Novel & Cerita The Three Wishes

"Of course. If you weren't there, who would accompany Grandma to our wedding?" Abigail curled up her lips again. "Thank you, Barbara. I'm glad my childhood friend found a girl as kind as you." Barbara waved her hand in front of her chuckle. "I am the lucky one to find a man as good as him." Abigail nodded slightly. After a blink, she looked back at the twins. "Then, what about your third wish?" Louis snapped his fingers even though it didn't make a sound. "Our third wish is for Ava's mother to recover. We hope she can wake up soon and meet all of us."

“Maybe you didn’t look hard enough! You’re just focused on the island’s protection!” Director Yearwood’s eyes turn hard. “There is no scent, Miss Night! I have personally checked the Level Three island. I understand that you’re upset, but you are imagining things that aren’t there. I have two counselors combing the area around the islands.” “Just two?!” Fear strikes me. That’s not enough!

I whispered, barely able to breathe. He let out a deep breath and finally released me. He looked at me strangely, though the anger still lingered in his eyes. "You know," I began softly, trying to make him understand that there was no going back, "I only ever truly loved my grandpa. Everyone else that’s been close to me… they’ve always left, somehow. All I ever wanted was to make him happy. I just want to fulfill his last wish, so please, Roderick, don’t quit now. And besides, you have your own selfish reasons for marrying me too."

On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes. Below it, my signature. A promise. “Anything you want,” I said quietly, “Three wishes. I’ll fulfill them. No questions asked.” Silvia’s brows lifted. “Even if I ask you to stop the sun from setting?” I smiled. “I’ll buy it time.” Her lips parted, eyes shimmering, and for a moment, she looked at me like I was the only real thing in the world. “You’ve worn jewels,” I added, voice soft now. “You’ve had photos, gowns, flashes, and flowers. But this... this is me giving you something real. Anything your heart desires.”

My heart raced. “In return… you grant me three wishes.” Three wishes? I didn’t even hesitate. “Okay,” I said quickly. “I promise.” Anything. For him... Anything. A small smile appeared on his lips. “First,” he said, pulling out a card and handing it to me, “you call and text me regularly.” I stared at the card. His number. This wasn’t a wish. It was everything I wanted. “I will,” I said softly. “I’ll tell you the other two later,” he added.

This was him issuing a threat without a word. I scrambled before I could think, snatching up the phone so quickly that dirt shoved its way under my nails. My hands were shaking so violently I nearly dropped it again. “You get three,” Liam said, his tone so casual it made bile rise in my throat. “Three phone calls. That’s me granting you three wishes. Choose wisely, because when they’re up…” He tilted his head and gave me a smile that had no warmness. “…there will be no more mercy from me.”

Their shouts crashed into the air— wild, desperate, greedy: Edgar roared: “Bring Celesta back!” Eryx shouted: “Revive Celesta—make her love me!” And Jim, the loudest and most arrogant, bellowed: “I want to be king!” Three completely different wishes— three completely different obsessions— stabbed toward the Holy Grail like three blades. No one could stop them. No one could comprehend what would happen next. No one could even breathe in time. And just as their fingers were about to touch the Grail—

With a sincere and solemn expression, he quietly voiced his heartfelt wish to the deity. "With deep sincerity, I make three wishes. First, may my wife be blessed with health and happiness throughout her life. Second, may she be protected from harm and be free from worry. And third, may we always be together." After that, the man, who'd firmly embraced materialism and was ruthless and decisive in the business world, approached the altar and sincerely placed the candle before the divine statue. Adrian watched Gregory's tall, steady figure with a content smile. Dominic turned to him. "Not tempted to make a wish yourself, Mr. Miller?"

“Excuse me?” “I said I want my kiss. Now.” I exhaled at him annoyingly. “What kiss?” “Have you forgotten already? We made a deal. Three wishes. I want my first wish, now.” I let out a forced smile. “You can’t be serious.” “But I am.” “I can’t do that right here,” I gestured around us, where, unluckily, people were beginning to file out creating more space. “Why can’t you?” “Because it’s not appropriate.”

She claimed the baby in her womb was the reincarnation of an angel and that it needed the blessing of a mermaid to survive the birth. Alex believed her. He forced me to use the third sacred token to wish for Valentina and her baby’s safety. However, he did not know that a mermaid was granted only three wishes in her lifetime. Each one demanded an equal sacrifice. I made my first wish to save his life. In exchange, I traded my unborn child. I made my second wish to save his family’s business. In exchange, I traded all of my magic. The third wish would cost my life. I told him everything, but he did not believe me.