Wish It Want It Do It Novels & Stories

Five years in that prison had affected my confidence. "I can't join leadership yet," I said clearly, looking up to meet Vincent's gaze. "I want to return, but I am already rusty.” "Tyla, you built the foundation—" Kresten started, but I shook my head. "No, Kresten. I need to be realistic. I want some time in the background first. Let me work quietly, without anyone knowing who I am. I want to strengthen my abilities again, and understand the current market before I even think about joining leadership. Pushing me into the spotlight right now will only result in mistakes."

I intoned lazily. “You know, you should thank your stars that I’m not a woman. Women are always angry when a man remembers them just because they want something,” he drawled grumpily. I chuckled. “You’re right, and I’m quite happy you’re not a woman. It would have been awkward.” “So, what is it you want?” “I want you to track down two people. Just track down one, and the other will be within grasp. I’ll send you their personal information.” I paused, serious now. “I’d be really grateful if you could give it your all, Vix.”

Curious, she stepped closer. Her eyes widened. My Five Wishes in School: I need friends full of love and care. I need someone I can call my love—someone who cherishes and trusts me, who would do anything for me. I want to graduate with a first-class. I want a good job. I want to get married. Each wish had a box beside it, and every box was ticked. ✅ No. 1 — You already have friends who love and care for you. ✅ No. 2 — You have me already.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

However, he quickly understood what I was planning to do, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "You're planning to flatter him and inflate his ego even more, then wait for him to make the wrong move, aren't you?" "He loves putting on a show for everyone to see, doesn't he?" I said with a cold laugh. "If that's the case, let's build him a bigger stage. I want everyone to see how horrendous he really is under all that romantic pretense shit." "Alright." Xander didn't press any further. He was unconditionally supportive of everything I was doing.

“Hate me all you want. But don’t stand there pretending like you didn't up and leave without a word. Or you pretending this hasn't been eating you up too” “I don’t pretend.” Zayn breathed out slow and unsteady as he just leaned closer sliding one arm slow and careful around her waist, pulling her in little by little until her body pressed full against his. “I can hate you and crave you until neither of us remembers how to breathe right. Watch me.”

GRACIE "What if that isn't what I want and all I've ever wanted was your all of you, for you to need me as just as badly as I need you, for me not to have to force you to stay with me, that I deeply crave the most is your love, will you give that to me then? ....we'll both get what we want , will you still help me then? " I stiffened a bit at the dark burning look in his gaze.

If she was going to be a personal assistant, she had to be the best—like Jerry. That way, no matter which company she worked for in the future, she would be irreplaceable. Her determination flared like a fire inside her. She looked Scott in the eye and declared, “I will do my best. Not for you, but for myself!” Scott raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Great speech. Now go book my flight." "...Yes, Mr. Nichols." With renewed ambition, Julissa left the office. Scott watched her go, his smirk fading into a more serious expression.

He made a big dot again. 7. I want my first kiss to take place under the rain shower with my beloved one. Steve crouches his head and scratches his neck after reading to ambiguous wish. On one side he felt excited after reading the seventh wish another side felt sad inside his heart. “I can’t do anything in this, she has to manage herself.” He mumbles to himself and didn’t make any mark in front of the seventh wish. 8. I want to learn to paint and want to make my mom’s portrait, which is always in my heart.

There’s fear and shock on everyone’s faces. When nobody moves, I give them an annoyed look. “Just because someone tells you to do something, doesn’t mean you have to do it. Do you really want to sleep like this?” “I want to shower,” comes Beth’s voice. She sounds scared but defiant at the same time. My lips curve. Soon enough, the rest also reluctantly voice their desire. “Just make sure you don’t fall and break your neck,” I warn. “And don’t turn on the lights!”