Ninety Nine Wishes One Broken Marriage Novels & Stories

If he could not keep his promise, why did he even have to make one? The empty room felt colder and lonelier with each passing moment. In the dimly lit apartment, Nina walked over to the cake on the table and sat in front of it. The flame cast a soft glow on her face as she lit the candles on the cake. It was a common tradition where one had to make a wish before blowing out the candles. However, as the candles flickered, Nina found herself at a loss for what to wish for. She had no parents or a place to call home. Even her husband, whom she had believed belonged to her, had let her down again and again.

I whispered, barely able to breathe. He let out a deep breath and finally released me. He looked at me strangely, though the anger still lingered in his eyes. "You know," I began softly, trying to make him understand that there was no going back, "I only ever truly loved my grandpa. Everyone else that’s been close to me… they’ve always left, somehow. All I ever wanted was to make him happy. I just want to fulfill his last wish, so please, Roderick, don’t quit now. And besides, you have your own selfish reasons for marrying me too."

"I'm exhausted. Why do you always have to make everything a scene? "Fine, I was wrong, okay? I'll apologize. Just... put the pictures back. "I don't care about her. I was only helping Mia finish her wish list." For a while, I'd believed that too. Cooking her cream soup when her stomach hurt. Spending an entire blackout cuddled up with her. Taking her to the amusement park I'd always wanted to visit. Even tagging along to a lingerie store and helping her pick out bras. All of it was on Mia's thirty-three-item wish list—the one she'd sent me, neat and explicit, before withdrawing it with some lame excuse about "sending it by mistake."

He stole a secret glance at her hair while noticing how the thick and luscious curls fell to her thick and plump ass which made him swallow saliva. Dear lord! He gritted his teeth. How on earth could he lust after the woman he hated so much? “Mr. Callahan,” she said, her voice firm, “You broke clauses 5.6, 7, and 10 of the marriage contract we signed. As a penalty, you will have to grant me three wishes.” “What the fuck?” he replied.

What happens then? He cupped my face and put our foreheads together. “I will always want you even when you piss me off, Kay.” He affirmed with a boyish grin. “I will want you even when you think you’re not good enough because for me, you’re the best woman I have ever met… Remember? I watched you break, and you pulled yourself back together repeatedly. I know you’re broken again but I’ll help put you back together. Even if it’s shard by tiny shard! I won’t quit until I have you completed.” I was silent as I soaked in his kind words. “Further, I’m going to make my wish a reality.” Conor murmured as he started unbuttoning his gray dress shirt. “And that is?” I asked as I cupped his cheek. I can

But watching the wreckage of his choices—watching a child nearly pay the price for his lies—snapped the last fragile thread holding my faith together. A man who risks his child doesn’t deserve my understanding. A man who lies while others bleed doesn’t deserve my love. Trust doesn’t break loudly. It breaks quietly, completely. I walk beside Vance, my steps steady, my face calm. I don’t feel numb—I feel clear. Pain fades when certainty takes its place. I will never trust Andrew again. Not with my heart. Not with my loyalty. Not with the version of myself that once believed in him. And love? Love doesn’t end in screams.

“I swore if I ever got the chance again, I wouldn’t miss it.” The plane broke through the clouds, and golden sunlight poured in through the windows, bathing us in a warm glow. Looking into Jasper’s deep, steady eyes, I felt for the first time that marriage could feel like something worth dreaming about.

He positioned himself behind her, his hand moving to the small, tight, unblemished entrance of her virgin asshole. "Ninety-nine positions," he whispered, his voice a dark, lethal threat against her ear. "But this is the only one that matters. I’m going to put you in ninety-nine positions, Jessie. I’m going to break you in so thoroughly that every time you sit in a chair, you’ll feel my cock ghosting inside you." He teased the entrance, pressing the blunt, thick head of his cock against the puckered, tight ring of muscle. He knew it was her first time, and he didn't care about the pain. He wanted the friction. He wanted the total, invasive claim.

The day I find out my wife, Astrid Miller, has cheated on me while pregnant with my child, I begin to suffer from depression. The 99th time I take the pill, hoping to end my life, my baby daughter, Naomi Sage, wails in her stroller. My buddy, Ethan Wilde, digs the pill out from my throat. When Astrid sends me to the ER, she makes me a promise out of sheer guilt. "Charlie, I want you to write down a wish for every single day you remain alive. When you finally get better, I'll grant all your wishes." The day I write down my 1000th wish, the psychiatric hospital releases me. Elated, I go home early to surprise my family, only to find my wedding photo has been replaced with a wall of unfamil

[The host must select a target and complete one hundred of the target's demands, until the target is willing to marry the host. [Upon completion, the system will grant the host one wish.] I didn't even have to think. "Cure my mother." [Wish locked. Please select a target.] My phone lit up. I scrolled through my contacts and stopped on Ethan. The Harts had money, resources, connections. He was the obvious choice. [Target locked.] That night I went to his apartment, knelt on the floor, and begged. "Ethan, I'll do anything. Just marry me."