The You Wish Your Parents Had Read Novels & Stories

Daniel said, walking over to stand beside Ravi and placing his arm around Ravi's shoulder. "Go on, dear. Your father is struggling to hold the cake," his mother added, making his father and Daniel laugh heartily. "Alright, Mom," Ravi closed his eyes. Even though Ravi didn't believe in such things, he reluctantly made a wish. The problem was, that Ravi had no specific wish in mind; he felt like everything was sufficient in his life. So, he made a wish that seemed impossible, or if it did come true, he would be very happy with it.

",My father.....wanted to make use of that.....on you. On your family" My heart sinks to my stomach. The fact that this people would really go any lengths to take me down. For the umpteenth time,. I feel a certain gladness in my heart that the dearest person to my heart is not even my family, it's their son....whom they can't even harm. At least to a certain level. I had spent a good amount of young years dreaming about having a proper family in a proper house but at some point, I had quickly grown out of that imagination too. I think it was finally at the point that it hit me that wishing wasn't going to do anything.

He said, "Thank you again for attending Mom and Dad's wedding. Today is the most special birthday I have ever had, for it is the first birthday my Dad attended, and their wedding at that." "Seeing my parents happy together makes me super cheerful. This used to be only a dream that I think of at night. Yes, I have it all, but, in all my past birthdays, my most desired wish was something money can't buy, and that was for my Dad to return and for me to have a complete family," Aiden described. Aiden felt like he was about to cry, but he held himself and took a deep breath. He said, "It's just like what Walt Disney said, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream t

Ridiculous! “I did not wish for the best father. All I wanted was, to have a little attention from you since I didn’t get it from Mom. Anyway, it’s too late for that. You can still find a new wife and a new step-daughter to shoot a perfect family photo and a perfectly functional family you wished you had.”

I heard them firmly talk to any of their sextuplet children for the first time. They all were pretty laid out, cool men. It really took a lot to be on their bad side. "Yeah ? What else am I not supposed to do ?” Joy spat back, the corner of her eyes getting watery. "I wish I was never born to selfish parents like you all. I wish I never had the worst mate possible. And lastly, I wish I had died along with my pup before I saw everyone's true colours,” she screamed before dashing away from there and locking herself in her room.

I see you and Aiden going to Paris , becoming the headline, breaking all odds as father called it, look at me , If I should show up there, no one fucking cares if I fall and break my fucking brains. My parents never cared about giving me attention, not even the slightest attention. I see you cry sometimes because you miss your parents, but you don't know how fucking grateful you should be because if they turn out like mine, you would go crazy,just like me. I wish my parents were dead and not alive to make me wish that I was dead. I fucking wish! You badly wanted to know how stupidly traumatized and angry I am ? Have it.

"I'll grant you one wish in exchange for not answering your question." "A wish? There's no need," I said. "I'm already thankful to you for helping me out a while ago." "I insist," he said. I pursed my lips together. "I don't have a wish." He sighed. "I'm sure you have something you want most right now. Tell me. I'll try my best to grant you that wish." I want my parents back. Of course, that's impossible, so I wracked my mind with what I really wanted at this time.

he told me calmly. His gaze was firm, implacable. But there was no cruelty in it. There was something worse: pity. I felt my skin crawl. My fingers and mouth were trembling, as if I were suddenly eighteen again. Nine years ago. The day my father told me, with a fake smile and dull eyes, to sign "a gift card" for my birthday. He didn't even let me read it. It had been a trap. "Damn it, Father! What did you do?" I whispered.

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.

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.