Romans & histoires Ninety Nine Wishes One Broken Marriage

When I was little, Mom told me I'd damaged Gemma, my sister's hearing, so she and Dad gave Gemma ninety-nine "favor coupons"——every time she cashed one in, I had to give in. On my birthday, Gemma wanted mango cake. She used one of her coupons, and Mom replaced my birthday cake with mango cake, even though I was allergic to it. When Gemma got caught smoking at school, she used another coupon, and Mom made me take the blame for her. The whole school thought I was a troublemaker. For an entire year, no one would so much as talk to me. ... Between the ages of eight and eighteen, Gemma used ninety-six coupons. And ninety-six times, I was the one pushed aside. I thought that once she used th

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

“Really?” Ernest took the coffee with a bright smile. Maria returned a smile, “Of course, try it!” After taking a sip of his coffee, Ernest mimicked the way Maria made a wish, which was to close his eyes before whispering a silent wish to himself, ‘I wish the rest of my life to be filled with peace and that everything works out in my favor.’ Meanwhile, Maria stole a glance at him before shutting her eyes as well to make her wish. ‘I wish Ernest liked me.’

On our wedding day, Ingrid Walton and I each fold 50 paper stars that have our wishes on them and drop them into the same glass jar. We promise not to open them until our fifth anniversary. And today is our fifth anniversary. She says she's got a meeting at work, so we'll celebrate when she's done. As I can't wait any longer, I twist open the lid and start unfolding mine first. "I hope we celebrate every anniversary together." "I hope I'll always be the number one person in her heart." "I hope we grow old together." Still smiling, I start on hers. The first one says, "Remember to buy him an almond milk latte every Wednesday afternoon." The second one says, "Remember, he has a sensit

So, I walk to the washroom and actually the reason I went to washroom is I want to read the list of her last wishes. So, I rush to the washroom and open the paper quickly. And there are seven wishes that she has written for herself. ~Try bungee jumping ~Go for a tour with friends ~Mountain climbing ~Trying my best for the studies ~Going out on a date ~Watching the porns ~Getting married with him Getting married with him? With whom?

I stood up and carried my cake, I closed my eyes and made a wish. I wish for Nate to love me and cut all ties with Chloe, I wish for us to live happily ever after without pretending outside or ashamed of being each other partner, hold hands in public and make love under the full moon shining so bright and have a kid for Nate making us a complete family. I can’t believe all my wishes were all tied to him, I wish there is a fairy god mother to tell him my wishes so he can know how deeply I love him and for him to give me a chance.

When I begged him to spend just a day with me, eyes red with desperation, he told me, "Sienna has always been frail, and now, she's lost her memories. She needs me. "Don't worry. I'm just helping her recover. There won't be anything between us." He promised me that he would only help Sienna fulfill 99 wishes. After that, he would come back to me and stay with me forever, just like he'd vowed in the first place. Every time he fulfilled one of Sienna's wishes, I would make a paper star. Seven days ago, I made the 99th star. If he could grant Sienna 99 wishes, could I exchange these 99 stars for just one of mine?

The message read: "Sarah, what's our son doing now?" I froze, briefly wondering if I had sent it and her phone was just slow to receive it. But the unfamiliar profile picture, contact name, and screen full of intimate chats shattered that foolish hope. Sarah and I met at university. After five years of dating, we married soon after graduation. I was an orphan, but Sarah said she didn't care about my background or wealth, marrying me despite her family's objections. Feeling indebted, I vowed to work hard and give her a better life.

He opened the little box before my eyes, and I brought my hands to my mouth when I saw the ring inside. "I wish that you let me love you for my whole life, that I can wake you with kisses every day and make you fall asleep in my arms. I wish that you say yes, so I can call you my wife, that you accept sharing your life with me and being united with me in a bond for all our lives. I wish that you let me contemplate life by your side and watch our family grow. That I can live with you through the good times, the best times, and the not-so-good times. That you let me protect and care for you, like the rare flower you are. I wish, Hannah, that you accept marrying me! I wish from the bottom of my