Nunca Mueren Los Deseos Novels & Stories

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

I too in frustration can shout. I am declared dead. A dream. I just woke up. It was a dream. I do not want this, this dream fulfilled. But then I will live. I will live as though any should. I know the joys too. Smile with me. It's life still. It's alive me still. I need not be single on earth to be against death. But then there are only rare ones who in heaven disbelieve. There is blood on church walls. Don’t you really see? Many dreams were murdered. For only Bible is believed, not a human of any worth.

A celestial entity fated to fade every fifty years. A falling star. A fallen star, whose descent grants desires—a cosmic dance of wish-fulfillment that unfolds without fail, an intricately woven performance that defies time. Just as I fade, I am reborn—a tapestry woven anew. This cycle persists, relentless as the march of time. Humans, like stars, bear the burden of mortality. Born to perish, stars and beings alike. We explode, we fall, we rise—our existence a catalyst for dreams, our descent a catalyst for hope.

"I want you to be single." I smiled. He never failed to make my heart flatter every time he says sweet words. How I wish that the happiness I feel now would never end. If I were the only one to choose, I would not let this day end. But reality was never like that. Not everything you want you will get, and not everything you dream of will happen. My wish that my happiness would never end is the same as my wish that the sun never set. It's impossible to happen. Because every happiness is associated with sorrow, and every light is associated with darkness.

My anger only intensified at the thought of that. I just wanted to die. I wanted peace and to ease the stress and pain of this earth. Nothing more but somehow, even that little dream of mine couldn’t come through. Was the miserable life I had been living not enough? Why can’t I just get what I want for once in my life. Death is not something that people wished for themselves but I wished that on myself, why can’t that be just granted to me. Am I that very much pathetic that even that single dreadful wish couldn’t be granted to me.

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.

Today, I just laugh at the situation. Today he doesn't come Today he doesn't come. Not tomorrow, not the day after. He did not die. It's still alive, it just doesn't come. Still alive for the world, for yourself and to 7.5 billion possibilities. But come? Do not come. It doesn't matter how many times search for your number in the contact list. It doesn't matter how many times open your profile picture. It doesn't matter, he doesn't come. that is not love

A child ran past us with a small flame cupped in her hands, careful and proud. "Do you know how many people would want what you have right now?" His voice turned hard as he whispered. "People die with things they never said, never did, never tried. They die waiting for the right time and the right time never comes and they just—" He stopped. "They just end." I glared at the fire.

Of this war they’ve chosen to lose together, rather than win alone. When the sun begins to rise, paradise is painted in ash. And I know this—whatever we are, whatever we’ve become—is going to burn to the end. And I don’t care. I want to burn with them.

"You don't kill people with wishes, Cillian," I whispered, my fingers twitching under his touch. "If that were true, half of Hollywood would be a graveyard by now. People die because of bad luck, or bad choices, or..." I trailed off, the image of the fireball in the sky flickering behind my eyes. "Or because the universe is just cruel." I can't believe I'm the one giving this advice right now. If wishes didn't kill anyone, then does it mean I hadn't... No, I cursed Jaxson. I cursed him to go and never come back to me unless he was dead.