Novel & Cerita The Three Wishes

THE END OF (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND) First, thank you. Thank you for picking up my novel, (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND). Thank you for opening the first chapter when you didn’t know me. Thank you for opening the second, and the tenth, and the one-hundredth, when life was busy and your time was precious. In a world full of noise, distractions, and endless choices, you chose to sit with my words. That means more to me than I can ever fit into one letter, but I’m going to try my best anyway.

“No. That’s not why I dragged you over here.” I let out a heavy sigh. A weightiness settled over our shared bond. Lysander stooped to be eye level with me. “What is it?” “I know this isn’t the time or place for this, but something’s been on my mind.” I nibbled my lower lip, hands fidgety. Lysander lifted his brows and waited. “Uh, well... is it possible for a wolf to have three fated mates all at the same time?” He took in my words, silently, for a full minute. “You mean... your wolf... is it the three of us?”

“Then, how about you keep this a secret and I’ll give you whatever you want on your birthday? Sounds good?” Little demon contemplates his options, thinking deeply about the thing he wants. “I don’t want anything simple. Give me three wishes.” “No. What do you think I am, a genie? One wish and nothing more.” I argue. “Three wishes or I tell grandma about what you did and that how much you like her ‘nutritious drink.’” He emphasises the last two words, making me retch from the taste carved into my memory for eternity. Little demon doesn’t look like he’ll budge.

On my birthday, my boyfriend Heath Merrick sent me a transfer of 200 dollars, same as always. The note read: [Birthday gift for Macy. Too busy lately, so I won't be around to celebrate with you.] A second later, I saw a message my best friend, Kyra Donnelly, had accidentally sent to our four-person group chat. [Fourth birthday we've spent together! Thank you, Brody and Heath, for the gifts!] The photo attached was a cake topper, a miniature figurine made of two ounces of solid gold. Less than a minute after the message appeared, my brother, Brody Lawton and also the group admin, deleted it for her. He tried to cover it up by flooding the chat with a string of GIFs, then casually typed a

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

On the seventh day after the girl everyone called the school beauty died, a mysterious Wheel of Wishes suddenly appeared on the school forum. At first, everyone assumed it was just a prank. Then the class president secretly spun the wheel and landed on "Future." The very next day, he was offered a guaranteed spot at a top university. Once word got out, nobody thought the wheel was ominous anymore. The school bully spun "Money," and his family won $5 million that very night. Even the girl's 200-pound desk mate, who had been mocked for years, landed on "Beauty" and woke up dramatically thinner, becoming the school's new beauty. As more wishes came true, the whole class went wild, scrambl

"I could go on you know." "No, that's enough," Holly grumbled. "Back to my story," Ruby announced with a mock glare. "She found this genie and it offered her wishes." "What were the three wishes she wanted?" Holly asked. If they did exist a genie would be pretty useful to get out of her situation. "I never said it was only three," Ruby scolded. "Just be quiet and listen, okay?" Holly nodded.

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?

"You will get pregnant, and I assure you that." "How can you be so sure?" "I just know." "Babe, I can't be pregnant. I'm just starting my career, and I'm still young." "And I'm not," I said. "I'm not getting any younger, babe. I want to be a father; I want you to get pregnant and..." "Fine. But let's have an agreement." "Okay, anything. Spit it out. What deal do you want to offer?" "I have three wishes that you must obey. You will not prevent me from working."