Sixteen Wishes List の小説・ストーリー

I have had a massive crush on Yannick Jordan for ten years, from my awkward teenage years until my adulthood. He lived in the villa next door. I watched him go from a bright-eyed kid to a man dressed in a sharp suit with a deep voice and smoldering looks. I was hopelessly in love with him, but I never told him. What if I did and he rejected me? That would be game over. Then, ten days ago, I passed out at work and woke up in a hospital. The doctor gave me a pitying look and said, "It's late-stage brain cancer. It’s too late to treat."

She blushed and Hayden shook his head. “I got everything right so you will do anything I say.” “Whatever.” He replied. “My turn.” She said and gulped out of the smoothie then cleared her throat. “My three wishes are, I wish to have a better life, I wish my mum will get better and I wish to get married to a sexy man.” She giggled and Hayden scoffed. “A sexy man.” He muttered and rolled his eyes. “Now, I will say three things, tell me if it's a truth or a lie.”

I can’t help but think that I am so lucky to be the lucky bastard who gets to take it off of her tonight. We are about to walk out of the bedroom when Crystal taps on my mate’s arm, “Princess, I know what my three wishes are!” Elisa replied, “Can you remember them until after the reception? You can tell them to me when I get you set up in your new home, tonight.” Crystal covered her mouth to stifle a scream, then her eyes dropped, “Now I have to think of a new third wish.” I laughed, “Maybe you should be thinking about want rather than things you need.”

Daniel is seventeen years old but he doesn’t feel like it. At least he is about to start high school coming September but that doesn’t make it any better as he’s going through a lot. There’s a lot he wishes he had done through the years. Perhaps the environment he’s in now can make him forget his troubles.

"Just wait a second, I'm making you a fuck it list." "A what?" "A fuck it list." She says as if that's enough of an explanation. "A list of sexy stuff I want you to do, within the next year, to make up for eleven years, I repeat, eleven years of missing out." "Jacqueline Davies." I say in horror as I start reading the list. "I can't do that stuff. I definitely can't do number seventeen, what are you on?" "Yes you can, it's relatively tame stuff mate, it's not like I'm saying do BDSM or go to a swingers club. Although actually…"

She initially had a happy, wealthy family, yet the author still wrote her ending as suicide. After Lucas left, Charlie stared at me for a long time. Then, he suddenly said, "When we were kids, you always picked on me, and I thought you were annoying. Now that I've grown up, I thought you'd become more sensible. I even foolishly hoped our sibling bond would move you, but you still won't listen and keep threatening us with suicide. "If you really want to die, then go somewhere no one can find you. Why do you always make sure we're the ones who catch you?"

When the Werewolf Council found that my signature was incorrect and sent it back, it must have been weeks later. I tried to recall what wishes Noah might have. After Noah died, I had found his diary. Noah wrote that there were three things he regretted. The first regret was choosing me as his Luna, the second was not rebelling against his parents’ arrangements, and the third was not saving Harper’s life. His first wish had already been fulfilled. I would never be his Luna.

Measuring the gap between us, he snorted and brazenly sat on our couch. "It's been five years, but you're really doing well for yourself… getting rich, staying fit," he huffed. I glared at him icily. "That comes with working hard. Now say what you want to say and get out, or I'll sue for home invasion." Chris snorted, shrugging. "Wow, really? I guess you're the doctor, so what you say goes… but I came to warn you that I'm going to sell your wife Mary to the black market. 'Till death to you part, isn't that how it goes? Give me 500 grand if you don't want that to happen."

It's just that I'm no longer the one who will be there to fulfill those wishes,' I thought to myself. I wiped away my tears and continued searching Vicky's social media accounts. Sure enough, I found a new post. [One last act of selfishness. May we both live well from now on.]

His voice bubbled like this was the moment he had been waiting for. Louis and John dragged the table closer to me. “Make a wish.” They said. “Anything you want,” Louis added. I paused, I had no idea what to wish for. But when I closed my eyes and brought my lips close to the candle, the wish echoed in my head. I wish I don’t make choices I would regret. Opening my eyes I blew out the candles, Louis cheered like we had won something. While John just Smiled. Then came the cutting, the eating, and the talking.