The Queen Of Wishful Thinking Novels & Stories

"About the wish granter at 11:11pm!" Wish-what? "Ha?" lalong nangunot ang noo ko ng sumamangot ito. Hatalang dismayado. Mukhang ako nalang ata inaasahan niya na kakampi sa kanya, eh. "See? Maski si Thea di niya alam. Kaya malamang di yun totoo." ani Ms. Levi sabay buntong-hininga. Naiiling pa nitong dinampot ang kanyang baso ng ice tea. "Tigilan mo na ang pagpapaniwala sa mga legend-legend na iyan. Magfocus ka sa pag-aaral."

It just comes around and goes around, and the story suddenly changes as you gossip it to others. "I have many plans going on inside my head though I am still not the Queen. It's not that I am rushing, but I still want to continue my studies too. At least people have nothing to talk about me, neglecting my studies and get married because, how am I supposed to rule a nation if I am ignorant? I don't want to be like those close-minded people who will hate your if you will do good and will love you once you do bad or vice versa. I have so many... things that I want to happen. People once changed me. I love helping people, but people can be very cruel at times. What I wanted is just a change. I w

I've never dealt well with people that aren't Mike. “Let's say your well wisher?” She raises one of her shoulders in a shrug. I scowl, not liking her indirect projection. I am about to speak —probably words that she won't like, but she beats me to it. “Just come sit and I'll tell you. I hate when someone stands over me.” She shuts her eyes, relaxed. Scoffing, I take a step forward. “I'm the Queen.” “A stubborn one.” She adds.

"Okay get a room already you two Brad said as the rest of them laugh. The rest of our days went with such happiness that I never wanted to let go. My story ended here. I have found my love. I have found peace and power. I am Parshawna Macduff, The queen of Trinity land and the only heir to the golden wand. I am the greatest witch of the decade.

"She really has managed to fool you to fall in love with her. You never should have been a slave in the first place. Why do you feel appreciative of small things that barely change your life?" Soulds like she still hasn't dropped the silly thoughts. Why can't she be at least happy that there are a few things that make me happy for now? "Perhaps it's wise to act grateful when the power to acquire what you desire is not in your hands," I say. She appears thoughtful for a while. "You're right. Queen Rowena is the only caring royal we both have met so far. I just wish the best for you so much that I forget that you cannot have everything in a day. I hope she soon grants you more," she finally sa

If only he was a tyrant… despising him would be easier. “Yes. You’re right. You think I don’t know that, Alicia?” The Queen looked at the window. A dreamy look crossed her face. “I had big dreams for this kingdom, dreams that no one would ever dream of. Yeah… there’s nothing more to hide now…” A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked into Alicia’s blue eyes.

My heart sped off without preamble. "Who do you think the queen would call? You know she has an impeccable taste, and whoever she choses would be as fierce as her. I really wish I was from a royal family, so I could at least stand a chance. Oh, how lucky the girl she would select would be," she whined. I turned away as I made a slightly non-committal sound. I didn’t need this gossip. My fingers thawed at me flesh as I embraced the pain. "Princess Joanna Wisp from the Stardust Pack," The queen called. A young woman who was thinly built with the height of runaway model stepped forward, a smile pasted on her face. Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

The older woman is showing her who has the power, and Yuelan, magnanimous, accords her the win. She stays on her knees, her expression devoid of any emotions as she waits to be told to get up. The Queen Mother sips her tea languidly, uncaring of the young woman kneeling before her. She can’t stand the young woman’s boldness, and worse of all, her beauty and youth make her jealous, not that she would ever admit it. Something has reached her ears that makes the young woman before her disgusting to her, and she wishes her son had listened to her when she told him not to marry the girl.