The Last Wish Novels & Stories

Touching his cheek, I softly murmured, "This game was never about saving you. It was about killing you." The world around me began to shatter. The Royal Gardens, the moon, the royal mantle, and King Ragnar's corpse began to crack like a mirror. The system's projection appeared before me. "What is your wish?" "I want everything restored," I demanded. "I want my entire class back in our original world, and I want you, and everyone watching the livestream, to disappear." The system stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Only one wish can be granted." I smiled. "Then bring my class back."

There was still flour and cream smeared on his face and clothes, not quite cleaned up yet. "Thanks," I said, feeling a warmth in my chest that was pure gratitude. "It's almost midnight. Ms. Hartley, make a wish and blow out those candles." I didn't hold back any longer, closed my eyes and made a silent wish. All I've ever wished for is to be reunited with my kids sooner. After making my wish, I gently blew out the candles. It was exactly midnight, and the room plunged into darkness. In the dark, I swear I imagined Wilmot's voices sounded sexier.

“Last chance. Celtic Wolf. Surrender your life to save the rest. If you do, at least some of them will be allowed to live. If you don’t, every last one will die.” Little did he know, he was about to get exactly what he wanted, My surrender. Maybe no one ever told him to be careful what you wish for.

My adoptive mother's name is Esther Garcia. On New Year's Eve, she led five-year-old me out of the orphanage and named me Bowie Easton. "Bowie, your older brother is named Bruce Easton. Your birthday falls on January 1st, New Year's Day, which symbolizes a new beginning. So, make a wish every year on your birthday. Making a wish means a fresh start. It's full of hope," she said. I nodded vigorously, my teeth chattering from the cold. Back then, I didn't understand that every time I made a wish, Esther would take something from my body. At six, I wished to see fireworks. She took my bone marrow. At seven, I wished for a Transformer. She took one of my kidneys. At eight, I wished for cak

After bringing me into this world, Mom develops postpartum depression. It lasts for 18 long years. On my fifth birthday, Dad buys me a small cake. Mom hurls it onto the floor. "I almost died giving birth to you, and you actually have the nerve to celebrate?" On my tenth birthday, Grandma forces me to kneel before Mom and press my forehead against the floor. "Your birthday is the day your mother suffered. You should be grateful she didn't strangle you at birth!" On my 15th birthday, I secretly make a wish, hoping Mom will get better soon. After overhearing me, she slaps me across the face. "I'll never get better as long as you're in my life!" On my 18th birthday, my family takes down m

I wanna stay with him forever, he's the guy I've been wanting all my life and I just wish our parents would accept It. THE END

“Useless? Me? When was the last time you took a shower, Dolores? Any idea why your last lover threw up when you brought him to the trailer? When did you last have a job?” I see her eyes turn into angry, little slits, and I know she’s going to come at me, but I don’t care. I won’t hold back anymore. If she kills me, at least the bus driver will be a witness. I can see the bus coming in the distance. “You ungrateful little brat!” Dolores snarls. “After everything I’ve done for you—”

But now, he was going to marry someone else. I froze in my reverie. Those beautiful moments seemed to have only happened yesterday. Connor's fork stopped midair, and he frowned hard. "What? No!" Two voices rang out at the same time. "You can't leave. You still have one wish left." Nadine spoke first with a displeased scowl on her face. "You can't have it anymore," I stated blandly. What they didn't know was that the final wish had already been used up. Since all Connor wanted was wealth and glory, I would let him experience what it was like to have nothing.

And those memories now belonged to ghosts. Had that ever been real? Had I ever truly known him? I exhaled. The answer didn’t matter anymore. Inhaling deeply, I steadied myself and stepped forward, resolute. "You want your wish?" I asked, voice like ice. “You want to make your niece and sister’s life better?” I lifted the stone, the power pulsing through my fingertips. “Then take it.” I stepped forward, pressing the stone into his trembling hands. “Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.”

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End