Wish It Want It Do It Novels & Stories

Abigail says, tauntingly. “Yes,” I roll my eyes, “because it’s my dream to work at a camp for all things supernatural. You really got me there, Abigail.” Susan snickers and Kathleen hides her grin. Abigail just splutters, “Y-You just wish you could be like her.” “Can you just leave already Abigail?” I sneer at her. “And take your one-person fan club with you.” Outraged, Abigail storms off just as Beth exits the stall, looking pale but less shaken.

It's a chance for Jonathan to experience what it feels like to be on the other side of unrequited love, mirroring the moments he neglected her affection, pursued others, and shattered her heart time and time again. This wish, in essence, is a way for Jonathan to face the consequences of his past actions and feel the heartbreak that Laura felt for so long. It's a "taste of his own medicine," a cosmic balancing of the scales, where the pain of rejection he inflicted is now being reflected back at him. This journey is part of his awakening, his chance to truly realize the depth of what he lost by pushing Laura away.

"I know and I'll make you cum a million times only if you say please. " I wanted to remove that sense of pride that she had. I wanted to torture her with the pleasure. I wanted to make her beg me for more over and over again. She'd tortured me so much and I wanted to make her feel the same. I was delaying her release and her pleasure equally added on to mine. I was dying to get inside her. I wanted so much to bend her over and take her from behind. I wanted to do all those crazy things with her and the thoughts were only driving me to my peak. I wanted her to touch me. To suck me, to fuck me senselessly. And I was now so so hard that it even hurt. But I wasn't going to show her that I was th

I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch." Her expression changed at once. Panic flickered in her eyes—an intensity I had never seen before. "What do you mean? You know what this watch means to me," she said. "I know." I released her hand and took out a document I had prepared long before today. "And because I know, I want a divorce." She stared at me, stunned, then looked at the document labeled "Divorce Agreement". Her body trembled. "Jayden, say that again." "I said I want a divorce. All because of that watch."

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 wish it were you. _____________

At long last, it was my turn for my long-overdue graduation ceremony. Sadie handed me a bouquet and asked about my plans. Our brand, built with years of dedication, had gained considerable recognition. Many clients sought us out for custom jewelry designs. I paused for a moment of contemplation, then spoke honestly. "I want to go back home." Sadie agreed. After all, most of our clients were based in our home city. Still, she hesitated. "Wayne's never stopped asking about you all these years. If I hadn't asked my family to intercept, he might've found you long ago. It won't take long before he finds you once you're back. Are you sure about this?"

this is what I want. Have I found my purpose?

I wish I could- Fuck.

Wish me luck! /W.W/