Romans & histoires Wish Books

Peter, on the other hand, didn't mind at all; he was more than happy as long as Neil was content. Seeing this scene, I curiously asked Peter how he could so generously let go and bless others. He led me to a small wooden cabin, nestled in a forest that was dense and tranquil, exuding an air of mystery. Inside the cabin, the decor was simple yet cozy, and in the center stood a mysterious wish tree. Its leaves rustled gently in the breeze, as if whispering ancient legends. Peter pointed to the wish tree, his tone tinged with a mix of reverence and intrigue. “This is a wish tree, but it doesn’t work like a typical wishing well. Instead, it reveals whether a wish can be fulfilled or not, and exp

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

] Following the message was a product description and warnings. [Fate-Wishing Censer: Still troubled that you cannot win the affection of your crush? Still kept awake at night by jealousy? Simply light a stick of Fortune Incense in the censer, use your own fortune as the medium. Focus on the person you wish to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to exchange identities with that person.]

Part of her was surprised to see that they had left and yet she felt relieved at the fact she could gather her thoughts. Remembering the book in her bag she took it out and began to flip through the yellowish-white pages until she saw what she was looking for. “What’s the worst that could happen?” she pondered as she looked at the title of the page- ‘Love Curse’ below the title showed a brief explanation about the potion and the ingredients to make it. “Besides, it’s about time he learns a lesson or two about suffering” she looked at the page before taking a blank page from her notebook and began writing the steps and ingredients down.

, I explained. She followed along, silently taking in the mass of the library. Zeus led me to our witch history section. Aurora's fingers skimmed the spines of the books as I slowed my steps. She gasped, drawing my attention. She was holding her hand to her chest, staring at the shelf with shock.

"I d.... Don't... Get! She was stuttering out the words as she found it hard to speak. She found it very hard to tell him the truth because she definitely knew what would happen the next day. "Stop wasting my time and tell me the truth because I have a lot of things to do. He bellowed at her as she exhaled deeply. Tears were pricking out of her eyes as she spoke. " Well; I think Daisy belongs to the witch. Because I went out to the forest that night to ask for a child and a lady disappeared who granted me My heart's desire. I was so happy then when I became pregnant and I forgot the fact that the wish told me to bring back the girl on her Thirteen years birthday when her power will be posses

She opened a backpack, trying to gather my little dolls. Inside, there was a sketchbook titled Chloe’s Wish Book. Mom’s hands trembled as she slowly opened it. Inside were my uneven handwriting, mixed with phonetic spellings, and colorful drawings full of childish imagination. On the first page, I had drawn a green forest filled with winged fairies. Next to it, I wrote: “Today Mom said there are fairies in the forest who can grant wishes. I want to find them and ask them to cure my illness, so Mom won’t have to work so hard.”

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.

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.