The Book Wish Novels & Stories

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.

I looked up in surprise. It was Clarissa. "You're really good at disappearing without a word. You're still the same as when you were ten." I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say, and lowered my head. "Clarissa, I-I don't deserve your kindness." Her warm hand covered the back of mine. "I heard the Ragaan Republic has a lot of rain. Take care of yourself." Once the plane took off, I pulled out a note from inside the toy. [We'll meet again. From, Darkest Dawn.]

However, those were just the original Maddison's emotions. If I did not die, would I ever get the chance to return home? I fell into deep thought. People were inherently selfish, and I definitely had to consider myself first. That night, while I was reading a book, my hand suddenly moved beyond my control and wrote a sentence on the page. [Please kill yourself.]

"Christmas wishes? I believe they are. Why do you ask?" "Well…" Malaya looked embarrassed, chewing her bottom lip the way Laila did when she got anxious. "Barry at school said you get one Christmas wish every year. Like, one special one. And he's wishing for a new bike." "That's a great wish," Laila said warmly, brushing Malaya's hand. "And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect."

Not only did Jeremy have to hold down a full-time job at the hospital, but he also had to cook all the meals at home. Meanwhile, Zachary's lips curled into a mocking smile. "There are only nine wishes left, Dr. Cooper. Guess what wishes I'll make. For example, why don't I…" He deliberately dragged out the last words, his smile turning malicious. "Ask Camilla to give me a child?" Jeremy frowned. He'd known all along that Zachary harbored ulterior motives when he asked Camilla to fulfill 99 wishes for him. Still, he didn't think this was what Zachary was truly after all along.

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?

Our lives were the only thing that have value right now. Luciana, on the other hand, doesn't even have accessories in her body. Not even those wooden-made ones. Similar to me, we were outcasts in their time. But I cannot trade our lives to that old woman. Never. The old woman paused for a moment before pointing a crooked finger directly at me. With a tone that carried a sense of both sorrow and anticipation, she asked, "Are you willing to trade the book beneath that piece of cloth for one wish?" Surprised, I hesitated, clutching the book closer to my chest. It was a relic passed down through generations from Luciana's parents, filled with ancient spells and lost knowledge.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

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.

Amelia said stubbornly. " The deity Definitely don't lie right? That was a sign right?". She asked Mrs Houston hoping that at least for once she would get encouragement from her. "You this silly girl, will you wake up from your dream, that accident was something that could have happened to anyone, it's nothing close to being a sign. And there is no deity anywhere, and if by any mistake there happens to be a deity I bet he wouldn't spend his time listen to a little jobless girl that won't stop dreaming of a man that is beyond her reach". Mrs Houston said angry, because it was obvious that she wasn't giving up those useless feelings of hers.