Wish Rewrite Novels & Stories

What Samuel had with Eris wasn’t love, it was actually the curse that this stupid-red haired placed on her. Sibil’s eyes glared at me. He probably knew what I was thinking or it wouldn’t be too surprising if he actually was able to read my mind. Everything was possible with this red freak. “Okay, listen…I really can’t undo it…” “But why not?” “Because…” “What if I ask for another wish? What if I ask you to undo the wish, will that work?” This was a good suggestion, I looked at him, “will it?” “No…that’s not how it works…”

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.

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.

We do not speak afterwards , but it feels comfortable – a comfortable silence. ___________________________________________________________________ “Another day wasted hey” Jason says taking a seat in the library chair opposite me. I nod my head in absolute exhaustion. After our moment in the car , Jason and I dug deep into the shelves of this library trying to find any information regarding the moonlight wish. However , we have no such luck as we are about to leave this library empty handed as well. Frustration shows on my face as I sit and stare the towers of books had read through – my head has an unimaginable pain caused by careful observation of very page of every book.

The waitress could feel her heart racing when she came to the table and sensed the atmosphere. Brendan got up. “I’m going to the washroom.” The waitress served the dessert and said, “Try it and let me know if the sweetness level is not to your preference, miss. We’ll get you a new one.” “Thank you.” Deirdre did not have much of an appetite, but she still expressed her gratitude and took two bites. The waitress stayed as if she was worried that her action earlier would cause displeasure to Deirdre and Brendan. She explained in a pleasant, soothing tone, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

I wish, I haven't married you. And above all I wish, I never loved you. But the brutal truth is, no matter how much I wish, nothing is going to change now. But that still doesn't stops me from wasting my time, thinking, how I could have done things differently. ........................................... #Day 12

A long, slow breath escapes my lips. “Stand up,” I say softly. She looks up instantly, a flash of hope lighting up her brown eyes. She wipes her nose with the back of her trembling hand, scrambling to her feet. “Does... does that mean you forgive me? We can fix this? We can go back to how things were before the wedding?” “I—I forgive you.” “Oh, thankGod, Jade. You have no idea how happy I am.” She lets out a laugh filled with relief as she steps closer, her arms opening wide for a hug. I take a step back, intercepting her.

"Now is when I ask for your wish." I parted my lips to respond but he cut off before a word could slip out. "Upon watching you briefly for the last twenty-four hours, I've noticed things about you, Reniella De Vega. Initially, when I brought up the word 'wish' on the train, your first thought lay hidden somewhere else, didn't it? The idea of bringing Deshawn back didn't even cross your mind until I said so, right? So, now that the ghost boy has left, I'm giving you the chance to change your mind."

He went over and read one. I wish that I didn’t have to move. I wish that Dad’s didn’t have to go to California. Also, I wish for a puppy that doesn't make me sneeze. The innocence of the wish hit him like a hard punch to the gut. He read the next snowflake. I wish my mom didn’t have to worry about her job. I wish that she could be happy again. Also, I wish for a unicorn. That one was marked with Molly’s name.

I wish I соuld tаkе bасk my stupid dесіѕіоn tо believe Nеоn bасk then. I wіѕh that decision dіdn’t аffесt Carrie the way іt dіd. And I wіѕh lоgіс hаd рrеvаіlеd, but іt dіdn’t. At lеаѕt I саn іmрrоvе frоm this point fоrwаrd. I nееd a сhаnсе; one tiny ѕhоt аt saving thе woman I lоvе.