Sixteen Wishes List Novels & Stories

That one was marked with Molly’s name. I wish for world peace. I wish there were no more bad guys. Also, I wish for a brother. Nathan was starting to see the pattern. Three wishes. I wish my sister didn’t bite so much. I wish I had a dog. Also, I wish for a new sled. I wish my parents didn’t fight about moving. I don’t want a new house. Also, I don’t want socks this year. The more snowflakes he read, the more he saw the wishes echo one another. The kids didn’t want to move. They liked their town. They liked their homes.

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.

Curious, she stepped closer. Her eyes widened. My Five Wishes in School: I need friends full of love and care. I need someone I can call my love—someone who cherishes and trusts me, who would do anything for me. I want to graduate with a first-class. I want a good job. I want to get married. Each wish had a box beside it, and every box was ticked. ✅ No. 1 — You already have friends who love and care for you. ✅ No. 2 — You have me already.

First wish: I hoped my mother wouldn’t kill me. Cause of death: Disembowelment by my mother. Status: Wish granted, effective immediately. Second wish: I hoped the company could successfully overcome its crisis. Cause of death: Jumping off a building. Status: Wish restricted, not approved.

I asked with gleeful eyes, as he plainly nodded, and joy warmed me from within. Growing up as a child, my dad has always been concerned about the time ahead; my ambitions in life, and impacts on the society, particularly as a man. He had my whole life designed, and the plans were quite simple. Graduate from school at 19, become a CEO before 25, get married to a vibrant and beautiful woman he has specially chosen for me, and of course, be his special aide when he becomes the chief executive officer of the state. With that, you can imagine how very excited I am to hear, the mysterious betroth is no other person but Melissa Jones, my high school best friend.

I felt so guilty about it, and I stayed beside him throughout the whole time, and just like a miracle, he woke up and started walking again. He apologized to him and I also apologized to him. We went on with the plans for our wedding and eventually had the wedding. Hazel granted me my wish by playing From This Moment by Shania Twain. Fast-forward to five years later, we are still happily married with two boys and life has never been so wonderful.

I need to think, to figure out what to do next, but my thoughts are a tangled mess. Part of me wants to call off the wedding, to walk away and never look back, but another part of me… another part of me is still clinging to the hope that I can make Mr Williams Donovan's wish of making his son stop his promiscuous lifestyle come true.

She asks with a giggle a chuckle leaves my lips, "I'm majoring in music while in college," "Do you like to play instruments and sing?" Zeus asks and I nod a small smile gracing my face "Can't wait to hear that," Poseidon says earning a glare from Death and a shrug from me ~ "So when can I go back?" I asked Death for the 100th time as we were in a room by ourselves and the Gods and Goddesses were discussing some things about me. "Ugh," he groans before snapping his fingers and we were back in Mika's house

He was gaunt, almost skeletal. He lit up faintly when he saw me. "Lydia, you came. I look terrible, don't I?" One glance at the frustrated but helpless look on Talia's face told me everything I needed to know. Wayne had been starving himself to force her hand. "Wayne, this is the last time I'll see you. Six years wasted on you is more than enough. I want no part of your life from this moment on," I said flatly. His expression crumpled, but I pressed on.

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."