The Wish List Novel Novels & Stories

First wish: I hoped my mother wouldn’t kill me. Cause of death: Disembowelment by my mother. Status: Wish granted, effective immediately. Second wish: I hoped the company could successfully overcome its crisis. Cause of death: Jumping off a building. Status: Wish restricted, not approved.

That one was marked with Molly’s name. I wish for world peace. I wish there were no more bad guys. Also, I wish for a brother. Nathan was starting to see the pattern. Three wishes. I wish my sister didn’t bite so much. I wish I had a dog. Also, I wish for a new sled. I wish my parents didn’t fight about moving. I don’t want a new house. Also, I don’t want socks this year. The more snowflakes he read, the more he saw the wishes echo one another. The kids didn’t want to move. They liked their town. They liked their homes.

I couldn’t tell if the pain in my chest was worse than the physical pain, but oddly, after a while, the sharpness of my wound seemed to dull. For the next few days, I stayed in the house, waiting for him to return, but he never did. He didn’t even remember the promises he made. It was just like how he had forgotten all the promises he made back when we first got married. I didn’t have to worry about work since it was winter break, so there was no need to request leave.

Naomi Henderson, my girlfriend, makes three wishes on her birthday night in front of the birthday cake I have baked for her. Her first wish is for Bryan to stay safe and well every day. Her second wish is for Bryan's project to win an award. Her third wish is for the cat she and Bryan raise together to grow up safe and healthy. Bryan Green is none other than my best friend. I stand by the table, still holding the candles I haven't lit yet, while everyone in the room laughs and joins in on the fun. Bryan turns to Naomi with a playful smile. "How come you didn't make a wish for Julian? He's your boyfriend, you know." Naomi smiles with absolute certainty. "Do I even have to guess what his

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.

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

Under his expectant gaze, I shook my head. “It’s gone.” The last wish was gone. Just moments ago, I traded my life for my final wish. I tightened my grip on the sacred token in my hand and whispered his name, “Alex… I’m dragging you down with me!” He did not hear that part as he was answering a call from the hospital. He grabbed me and rushed to the hospital. “Valentina’s delivering, Lilian! Wish for her and the baby’s safety now!” Valentina Wilson was Alex’s childhood sweetheart. 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.

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.

Not new about Cosmos. "If you could wish upon a star, what would it be?" He asked the same question again that made me stare at him. What would it be? Lyra, what would it be? What would be your desire? I don't know. "I will wish the same wish that I had wished months ago." I said and that made myself confused, too. Why would I say those words? What wish? My mind is so ruined now and I keep on getting confused but another thing got me lose my mind.