Wish Story Novels & Stories

~~~ ******************************** So finally this beautiful journey of q magical and fairy love tale came to its first destination. Their long quest for true love ended on each other. Enjoy it...I'll soon come with their future journey. Till then wait. ~~Shrinkhla Singh😊😊😊

Feeling a sense of déjà vu from watching the children especially from the boy. "Now, I shall read the story of the Sword and the Stone" the woman said, earning a few surprised cries from the girls, while the boys were cheering from hearing something different.

Ever since that day, Cassey stopped writing stories during the day, and writes every dawn instead. Cassey started writing at a young age. When she was 11, she was triggered by a traumatic experience that she can never tell to anyone, so she resorted into writing instead. She has been writing romance novels lately, but it is not her favorite genre. She loves to write psychological stories that expressed female rage. The first story she wrote was entitled "Snow White's Apple". It tells the story of a young girl who wishes to be Snow White, so she can have a stepmother who will hand her a poisoned apple. The main character wishes to end her suffering and flee eternally from her abusive biologic

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?

She smiled as she lit a small fire and quickly extinguished it. “I miss you and come back here quickly, my white witch,” he said, hoping she would return to his side quickly and never leave. THE END……..

Goblin walks in, DJ heart began to race "Yes sire?" He grinds "Tell us what exactly you told me" "Can you be more specific sire, I tell you a lot of things" "Goblin!" He yelled "Fine, I will, DJ was granted 3wishes and his first wish was to be able to see their child in the human realm" DJ knelt on his feet "am so sorry sire" desire begins to cry "In all my world, my kids are the worse, first Davis now you Desire, why!" He exclaimed

“The islands are less creepy than this stretch of road,” Quill mutters, moving closer to me. “I keep expecting some ghost girl to show up.” “You’re a werewolf, Quill.” Beth rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you can take on a ghost.” “Are you kidding me?” Quill huddles closer to me. “I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?”

As Harriet spoke, she grew agitated and tried to sit up. Camilla quickly pushed her back down onto the bed. "Mom, that's only part of it. If it were just about him saving you, getting him properly treated would've been enough. I wouldn't have had to agree to grant him 99 wishes on top of it."

As she flipped through page after page, her quiet sobs grew louder and louder. "I finally figured it out. Mom's wish is for me to die. "I heard from other kids that if you make a wish before a birthday cake on your birthday, it'll come true. "But Mom never celebrates my birthday. When can I make my wish?" Thankfully, the day my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit, I finally got a small birthday cake. Mom evidently remembered that, too. She snapped the journal shut all of a sudden, as if she had lost the courage to read another line.

He glances in the direction of the two boys who just took off and hisses, “Idiots. Andy needs to get looked at too.” “I didn’t throw him in on purpose,” I meet Quill’s blue gaze, and I see it soften. “I know.” His voice turns hard almost instantly. “We should let the counselors know about this. Let’s head back.” As we begin the trek back, I’m unusually subdued. My mind is racing with possibilities. What just happened? It couldn’t be real, right? This healing speed was almost supernatural! I shudder. Everything about this place is weird. “Have you ever heard of piranhas in streams?” I ask, slowly.