Three Wishes Book Novels & Stories

Camouflaged on the sheets. “What does it mean?” “This is the first wish you’ve made true. And this is your book. It keeps all the wishes that were fulfilled by you. This lives on until you choose your predecessor. The next Jinni.” Her eyes lit up like a lamp. Alvah closed the book as the light glimmered on the edges, then it finally died down. The feeling she has is overwhelming. “Tomorrow is a new day. You have just made your first wish. Clearly, this means so much for you.”

Bonnie nodded and thanked me again. Then I turned to Crystal, “So, young lady, what are your three wishes?” She smiled, “Okay. My first wish is for a swing set outside.” I nodded and snapped my fingers, “Done. You’ll just have to wait until morning to play on it.” She smiled, “Okay. Wish number two is for my own library filled with books that I can read.” I nodded and took her hand. We walked to her room, and I snapped my fingers once. When we walked into her room, she squealed in excitement as she saw one whole wall of her room is now bookshelves. She hugged me and smiled, “Wish number three, I have to whisper it.” I bent down close to her, and she got close to my ear and whispered, “Will y

she says, “and since you and I are such a close friends. Could you perhaps find it within your heart to donate me one of the wishes?” I stare at her. The sheer audacity of her request stunning me into silence. She had said the most awful things to me, yet now she expects me to hand over a goddess-given wish because I am 'lucky' and she is 'sorry'. I finally find my voice, a laugh acctually tears from my throat. “Donate you a wish?” I repeat. “Hilda, the stone gives only three wishes. I gave one to Tedmold another to the Emporer, I'm keeping one for myself. There is nothing left to donate.”

I cried, while Julie continued to open up the note, not hesitating to obey her boss’s order. “I granted you the wish. I am not going to read it. Julie is going to read it. You didn’t say that no one else should also read it, right?” He asked, arching his eyebrow, making me look at him in shock. What a clever mind he has. Fuck! I thought. I shut my eyes momentarily in frustration and curled my fingers to a tight fist in anger. “I – I meant, no one should read it. Please,” I insisted again. “Wesley, I am not a genie, okay?” He started, widening his eyes. “I don’t grant three wishes. One wish only,” he added, raising his index finger up and added, “And that’s already granted. Now, I’ll grant my

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."

“If you’re going to let them show you all the reasons why you should sell the store, give me a chance to show you all the reasons why you shouldn’t.” “Why?” Nicholas was bewildered by her insistence on the issue. “You’d really spend your Christmas trying to talk me out of making money?” “No, I’d really spend my Christmas trying to talk you into Christmas magic,” she said. She beamed at Nicholas, her tone now earnest and quiet. “Please, Nicholas. Just give me a chance? At least let me try to show you that Christmas isn’t all that bad, and that Christmas Wishes isn’t all that bad, either.”

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

Our lives were the only thing that have value right now. Luciana, on the other hand, doesn't even have accessories in her body. Not even those wooden-made ones. Similar to me, we were outcasts in their time. But I cannot trade our lives to that old woman. Never. The old woman paused for a moment before pointing a crooked finger directly at me. With a tone that carried a sense of both sorrow and anticipation, she asked, "Are you willing to trade the book beneath that piece of cloth for one wish?" Surprised, I hesitated, clutching the book closer to my chest. It was a relic passed down through generations from Luciana's parents, filled with ancient spells and lost knowledge.

He couldn’t possibly know the truth. “Do you ever wish people would treat you differently?” he continued. “Perhaps be in someone else’s place for a while? Sometimes I wonder if people would treat me differently if I were...well, say I was a wealthy man with nice lands and a large estate. Would people treat me the same as they do now?”

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.