Wish Book Novels & Stories

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.

" I put my suitcase down and sat at my desk, going through every detail with him, including the time, location, transfer of money, buyer details, bank statements, and the financial ledger. I could recall everything with crystal clear clarity because I had been investigating this case for the last three years. … Three years ago, when I livestreamed for the first time, the first person I helped was Felicity's son, Andrew Watson. Andrew went by another name back then. The welfare institution had named him Benji Watson. Andrew had just gotten the results of his DNA comparison report when he sought me out, confirming that Felicity was his biological mother. When he asked me if I could help him tr

"Zero, I'll come see you again next time." I waved back. Only, this time, it was a final goodbye. There wouldn't be a next time. I felt my wish had finally come true when I saw Mom finally find happiness and peace. Sometimes, I still wondered if people got another life. Whose child would I be in my next life? And if I ever got to celebrate another birthday, I hoped my wish would be something simple, like growing up safe and happy.

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.

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?

" You are a bit late for that, we already had our wedding night. " " Ok, I will not let you go inside till you gift me something. " " Oh, God !! Take my credit card. Get whatever you want. Now let me go. " " This card can not get what I want. " " Maya, you know my card has no limit. Why are you wasting time?? " " Take this back, I have my own. " " Ok, sorry what do you want?" " A cute little baby... " Awwww...so cute.

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

How did she even fall for a man so much more distinct than her? Finally giving up on messing her wardrobe more than it already was, the girl picked up the small silver necklace from the dressing table to set up the final cut-off to her look. The metal shined beautifully under the light, showing the sign of infinity at its centre. Just like that, the man she loved also felt so out of reach, the infinity of the beyond, she couldn't leap. Standing on the sand near the gigantic ocean, she wondered about that horizon she could never meet. Yet, she found herself walking in the water to catch where the sky met the sea. The water was just near her nape, but she still refused to back off, instead of

“Nor do they let anyone touch them so easily. I’m surprised it let you touch it.” He picks up the whistle, hanging from a ribbon around his neck, and blows on it. “Game over. Blue team wins.” As his voice booms through the woods, I look at him, “What do you mean it shouldn’t have let me touch it?” “To be honest, kid,” Counselor Mikael eyes me, “I was under the impression that your alpha werewolf friend might be the only one to be able to make contact with it. The black orb is not a normal locator orb. It bonds with those it touches. It is interactive. And only those with incredible power can touch it.”

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.