Sixteen Wishes List Novels & Stories

"We did an exercise yesterday. 'My Three Wishes'. It’s a standard prompt. Most children wish for toys. Or pets. Or superpowers." She slid the paper across the low table. "Ethan’s wishes were... specific." Aurora looked at the paper. Ethan’s handwriting was improving, his block letters becoming more uniform. MY 3 WISHES By Ethan Vale-Cross (Age 6) 1. A real shield for the dragon. 2. That the castle doors stay locked. 3. That Maman and Papa don't get divorced. Aurora felt a cold hand grip her heart. Divorced.

“No peeking.” “Petty.” Sienna simply turned around, walked to the side of a tree branch, and cocked her head to look at the wishes written by others on the red cloth. There was one written in crooked and childlike handwriting, which read: ‘I didn’t do well in my exam this time. I hope that I can get less beatings when I go home.’ There was also a young couple who made a joint wish, saying: ‘I hope that we’ll grow old together, get married, have children, and live a happy life!’

Addison said with slumped shoulders. "How about you use this period to get a vacation and do everything you didn't do before but always wanted to do? You can live freely now without the fear of paparazzi. You can get drunk, go clubbing, travel to different places, go on dates with random guys. Do lots of things that you couldn't have done before now." Amelia suggested. "Change isn't always a bad thing. I can give you your credit cards and you can still live comfortably". Amelia said with a slight shrug making Addison look at her thoughtfully.

He knelt after lighting the candle. After that, he began to make his wish. Flynn watched this quietly with a wicked smile. "I have three wishes. Do you want to know what they are?" Fred sat down and said with slight hesitation. Flynn said nothing, and Fred continued. "My first wish is for my girlfriend to return to my side. My second wish is for my father to stop looking down on me. My third wish is to get so scared out of my mind." "Scared out of your mind?"

Ava The “Make a Wish” app had taken the entire campus by storm in just two weeks. Everyone was posting secret desires they were too embarrassed to say out loud. Some asked for money, others for connections, a few for wild experiences. I had money — my parents made sure of that — so my wish was simpler, more personal. I wanted my virginity gone. Every relationship I’d tried had ended before we ever reached that point. I was tired of waiting, tired of wondering if something was wrong with me. So I typed it plainly: “I want to lose my virginity. No strings, just one night where I finally feel wanted.”

Marry me, and then I will forgive you. “So you got angry just because I didn’t answer your question? If I answer your question and say that I’m jealous then you will not be happy. Samuel Wijaya is your best friend. So I can’t be jealous of him. That’s why I didn’t answer.” Happy Reading See you, and thanks for reading Make A Wish.

“My Dad invested in a lot of big companies. Not like my brother didn’t get his share. He just wants mine as well. My aunt suggested sending me here.” I feel sick to my stomach listening to her story, and I don’t know what makes it worse, the fact that she seems to have come to terms with her future, or how dull the look in her eyes is. And here I thought my situation was bad. I frown at her. “You’ve got to fight back!” “Me?” Beth almost seems amused by the notion. “I’m sixteen. What am I going to do?” “Well, if you roll over and take everything the world throws at you, you’re bound to suffer. Nobody’s going to fight for you but you.” My words are fierce.

“Your plans aren’t ruined. This is just a small detour.” “A detour?” I nod. “Yeah. You know what? How about this—make a list. A list of every city, every country you’ve ever wanted to visit. I promise you, before we grow old, we’ll go to every single one. We’ll take a million pictures. You’ll have the kind of memories no one can ruin, not even Mabel.” Desiree’s lips curl into a small smile, her eyes softening as she looks up at me. “You always know how to make things better, don’t you?”

“People do have a lot of wishes.” “Well, today I decided to grant you some too.” He said to me. “Grant me?” I said eagerly. He laughed heartily. “Yes. Whatever you need. Tell me and I’ll do it. No harm will come to you. Today is your day. I want you to enjoy it.” “Wishes.” I smiled to myself. I had stupid wishes and dangerous wishes. But who am I to say no to His majesty’s need? “You are now sixteen. I think trying to grant some of your wishes would ease the resentment you have on me.” He said.

Molly flopped down onto the bed, the article returning to the screen on her phone. Nicholas Kerstman was a problem she was going to solve. There was no way she was going to let Christmas Wishes turn into a corporate sell out. She wouldn't allow it. It went against everything she stood for. “Make it seem fun... make it seem possible... make it seem worthwhile...” Molly chanted the phrase over and over before she was lulled to sleep by her own endless repetition. *** Molly dreamed. She was fifteen years old again. She'd been forced by her parents to leave New York with all its hustle and bustle for a tiny town with no hustle and definitely no bustle. She wished she had something to make this p