The Last Wish Novels & Stories

The day I find out my wife, Astrid Miller, has cheated on me while pregnant with my child, I begin to suffer from depression. The 99th time I take the pill, hoping to end my life, my baby daughter, Naomi Sage, wails in her stroller. My buddy, Ethan Wilde, digs the pill out from my throat. When Astrid sends me to the ER, she makes me a promise out of sheer guilt. "Charlie, I want you to write down a wish for every single day you remain alive. When you finally get better, I'll grant all your wishes." The day I write down my 1000th wish, the psychiatric hospital releases me. Elated, I go home early to surprise my family, only to find my wedding photo has been replaced with a wall of unfamil

But steadily it grows as we all watch, first the size of a chestnut, and then an apple, and then a full orb of gorgeous, glowing, steady light. “Your prize,” Death says, gesturing slowly towards the magnificent ball which I can feel radiates with power. A little squeak climbs from my throat as I stare at it, and then over at Anton, remembering my promise – But he clenches his jaw, looking down at me, reminding me with his gaze that we don’t need it. Not anymore. I blink in surprise, completely shocked that I let that slip my mind – But then I whip my head back to Beatrice as she reaches for the wish, takes it in her hands. Because if it’s not going to be used to bring Anton back to life – th

I had sobs choking me on my words as I requested him to listen to me. “Just consider it as my last wish, and I know my Aramis would never drop my last wish,” bringing his hand closer to my cheek, I cried on his skin. “Please promise me,” I was shaking miserably after throwing up. “You should take your medicines,” Layla whispered, standing beside us. “No! I won’t until my Aramis promises me this one last wish,” I raised my face and watched him tear up even more. “You are asking for my heart,” he whispered, cupping my face in his hands.

My feet were trying to kick at him, but suddenly they were hanging limp instead, not listening to my brain. In my last moments of consciousness, I made one last wish. I wished, with everything I had in me, that Lord Raelen and Lord Jarrah would get what was coming to them. That there would truly be justice. I could only hope that justice arrived in time to save Sy. Then everything was dark.

That almost-smile again — the one that was still learning how to exist on her face after years of not being used. "Mira," she said softly. "Absolutely Mira." And somewhere above us — somewhere in whatever structure had been funding fifteen years of bond manipulation from a distance, now aware that their Architect was walking out of his compound with the last wolf witch and headed for Ironmoor — something that had been patient for a very long time finally ran out of it. We had ten minutes. We used nine of them.

"My second wish was for them to free all the souls who sacrifice their life making the wish. They will all be reincarnated to correct their wrongdoings and to amend their past mistake. My final wish is for my parents to be reunited and enter the Garden of Eden." Aria will always be Aria. Even in her three wishes, she was selfless and caring. "It took me so long to convince them to send me back. I told them that I had unfinished business here on earth." She grinned as if he has something mischievous in mind. "Unfinished business?" My brows furrow and a bit confused. "You owe me my third and final wish," she said smiling at me. "But I no longer have my powers," I said and release an audible si

Why the fuck am I smiling? “Bo,” she repeats and the sound of my name in her voice does something weird to my insides. “I like that, it fits you.” ******** I can think of four thousand other things I’d rather do than sit in the parlor of this dated brownstone in south Boston. Clipping coupons with my nana sounds more riveting than sitting here with these assholes but a job is a job and money talks. “That little bitch ran away.” Enzo seethes, knocking his fist against the table, the ice in the whiskey glasses clinks loudly from the force. “You should have let me marry her when she turned eighteen like we originally agreed.”

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.

The old man is asking too much now,am only twenty eight,and he's acting like am in my early fifties! "Before you object to it,do it for me,I don't want to go without knowing there someone you can have to be with you forever"Grandad said. "Fine, Fine" "I've never asked anything of you since you've been born. It's my last and only wish from you"he said,trying to convince me. "I'll go get you ready to be discharged old man"I said and left the room. JoJo was surprisingly not hitting on anyone,much to my surprise.

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.