Wish Rewrite Novels & Stories

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.

Or rather, someone holding him back. And Nicholas knew that it was the woman who he’d left sleeping in her apartment, flour caked all over her sweater. The same woman whose smile made his heart come alive, beating faster in her presence, his whole world seeming to get brighter the longer he stayed by her side. The woman who kissed like heaven. Nicholas also knew that if he signed these papers, if he signed over the rights to Christmas Wishes, there was a possibility that Molly Carmichael would never forgive him. There was a possibility that Molly Carmichael would be out of his life for good.

"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.

She had no desire to rule a nation. King Lysander was a great monarch. He ruled justly and made great efforts to make progressive reforms in Vesperia. However it was apparent to anyone who knew even a little about him that the King cared very dearly for his sister and that the loss of her had broken him in a way that could never be healed. If Valery did not know any better, she would suspect her uncle of having… improper feelings for her late mother. However she valued her life far too much for that thought to leave the realm of midnight musings.

She’s a mouthy little thing and it’s going to get her in trouble…but why does it make me hard as a fucking rock? “Yep, wouldn’t you know it, you can send words now. Like ‘hey I’m going to be fifteen minutes late because I have no consideration for anyone else’s time’. That would be appropriate for this scenario, don't you think?” I snap. “Carrier pigeons still exist? Maybe I’ll send a raven next time.” She snaps back. “Or a fucking text.” I yell.

“You're beginning to sound more optimistic than me.“ “I got the touch from you.“ she winked. “But anyways, you'll be picked.“ “Let's say I get picked, Greygott high is a thousand miles away from here. I can't afford to ride in a bus everyday.“ I slapped my forehead dejectedly as it dawned on me that I hadn't considered that fact before going ahead to apply. Stupid me! “I don't think that's gonna be a problem.“ I heard Diana say and I sharply turned to her. There was a smirk on her face and glitters in her eyes which shows she had something up her sleeves. I arched a questioning brow at her. “spill it.“ I tried sounding as flat as I could so she wouldn't play games. “The thing is...“ she bega

I throw myself back on the bed, letting out a long sigh, “I’m going to wash my face and pretend everything is alright in my world till I begin to feel that way.” Beth smiles at me. “Maybe Quill and I could help with that. I’m glad you two made up.” Yeah. I became so focused on Jesse that I didn’t realize I already had two people who were important to me. “Let’s have lunch together, then,” I force a smile on my face. I need to remember that Jesse is just another person in my life. And move on from there. He can only hurt me if I let him hurt me. And I don’t want to give anyone that kind of power over me.

Julissa’s heart thudded wildly, yet oddly sweet. He went on: “Lastly, please forgive my cowardice. Forgive me for walking away. I hope you find someone who truly matches your rhythm and background. I wish you happiness. And I hope, Mr. Nichols, you’ll wish the same for me.” He scoffed and looked at her. “If you really dared do that, I wouldn’t wish you happiness. I wouldn’t forgive you. I’d drag you back and show you what a real golden cage looks like.” Julissa trembled, swallowed hard, and whispered, “Um… you missed a line.”

Taking a pen, I wrote a single line on the paper and handed it back. "Send this to her." [Is that so? Do you believe that with just one word from me, he'll come crawling back like a slave?] Only then did I turn to the man beside me. He had been silent the whole time, clearly uneasy. "I… I…" I reached out and gently patted his shoulder. "Joseph. Relax." He froze for a second, then exhaled like a weight had finally been lifted off him. "So… you already knew." After a brief period of silence, he seemed to make up his mind. "Ms. Larson… Wyatt isn't worth marrying. What he did today, humiliating you like this… he's not someone you can entrust your life to."

Still, Mary was smiling blissfully, hugging Chris' arm as she gloated, "I'm no longer your wife, George. Quit being so sarcastic." Chris' arm tightened around her waist as he smiled too. "Oh, don't waste your breath, Mary, or he'll get to you. Let's go home to your mansion already." 'So that the bum won't have a chance to regret.' Hearing his thoughts, I could laugh. Regret? I was the one who was worried Mary would regret this! Still, this was just getting good, and I was patient enough to wait. And just as I thought, what Chris said left Mary confused. "What mansion?"