What You Wish For A Novel Novels & Stories

She had always wished she had a long hair so should put it in ponytail showing her very sexy long neck. She loved admiring herself always which isn't bad because people hardly do that. She turned her face slightly to take a look at her perfect long pointed nose, nose that she would always be proud of. She had always heard of girls going out of their was to go get there nose worked on, but she never had to about such because her nose was all they wanted. She placed a finger on her small full lips. She had always imagined Leo's lips on them, most people said she had the body and a perfect face for being a star but the only problem was that she doesn't have any talents that could make her a sta

How am I supposed to fix this situation? Almost as if she can read my thoughts, Director Yearwood smiles gently at me. “I know your childhood was difficult, Taylor, and that’s why you have such a strong exterior. But, my dear, everyone needs allies at some point in their life. Even you. No man is an island.” I can read through the lines, but I just look away. “This place is also where you should network and build friendships. The friendships forged at Mistfall Wilderness Camp have a history of never fading away. And the people who surround you right now, weak as they are, will become your strength in the future.”

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

“But I can see through any mirages. They’re actually massive. I guess that’s why we’ve been told not to venture too deep into the forests.” I look down at the book, a tiny ember of hope springing up inside of me. There might be a chance of finding this writer. Considering the fact that he has written so many books about the Blood Moon Hybrid, he must know a lot about them. And what better than to get the information directly from the source. “By the way,” Kathleen glances at me surreptitiously, “if you are planning to sneak that book out, don’t bother. No book can leave the premises without being detected. It’s some kind of weird magic thing here.”

Try to improve my storytelling and writing skills and learn from top books Q8: I have a question I want to ask but it's not my editor's work time, I SHOULDN't: a.Go to GoodNovel's social medias(F*, discord) and ask other authors b.Read GoodNovel Author's guidebook c.Visit Help Center in my GoodNovel personal page d.Message my editor on every social media he/she uses Q9: I want to enter a writing contest, I should: a.Read the contest page carefully and enter accordingly

However, those were just the original Maddison's emotions. If I did not die, would I ever get the chance to return home? I fell into deep thought. People were inherently selfish, and I definitely had to consider myself first. That night, while I was reading a book, my hand suddenly moved beyond my control and wrote a sentence on the page. [Please kill yourself.]

"What for?" "I remembered you telling me Margaret's last wish concerning his father's property looted by his uncle, so I decided to help you in seeing that her wish is granted. I wanted it to be a surprise but I think it will be wise to let you know, now" She buried her head back into his chest. "Thank you, so much. I don't take this for granted." "It's nothing actually; but, I think that this is becoming more interesting than I expected." "What do you mean?" She said in a more serious tone, releasing the embrace.

OMNISCIENT NARRATOR It wasn't the first time life had given her difficult trials, but it was the most transcendental. Amelie had spent the last few months hiding in a small town, keeping silent, avoiding any trace that would connect her to the Feldmans. She had wanted revenge; she had sworn it through tears, but as time passed, that idea faded like smoke lost in the wind. The baby she carried inside had become her only motivation, the reason for her new existence.