Wish Upon A Star Book Novels & Stories

“The stars will grant your wish, Laura. If it won’t, then I’ll be your star.” The five-year-old Laura squeaked. “The stars listen for sure.” She was beaming as she pointed the congregation of stars in the corner, a dimple appearing in the bottom of her cheeks. Hera pursed her lips as she put her hands inside her pocket, touching the cold coins inside it. She wondered whether her fifty pesos could suffice for a steak, and thought savagely whether wishes do come true. Between her and her sister, Laura always had this positive outlook on things. Once, Hera was crying because her parents were still yet to go home and she was hungry, and she had told her that,

Running under the stars with Nadia felt so good. We were finally free to be happy. “This is so beautiful.” Nadia rested her head on her paws as we watched the stars. A shooting star streaked across the sky, making her close her eyes and make a wish. “I wish I could always feel this way with Adam.” I could hear her wish, but I kept it to myself. “Did you make a wish?” I asked instead. “Yeah, I did.” “I hope it comes true.”

My arm circled her waist, drawing her closer, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of our robes. We lay in comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire and the distant hooting of an owl the only sounds disturbing the mountain peace. My hand traced lazy patterns across Emma's arm, feeling the slight shiver my touch produced despite the fire's warmth. Suddenly, she gasped, pointing upward. "Theo—a shooting star! Quick, make a wish." I followed her gaze to where a streak of silver light arced across the black canvas of night, brilliant and ephemeral. Closing my eyes, I formed my wish with silent intensity: *Let us find each other again, fully and completely. Let the bond reform as strong

A star-shaped mark glowed between my shoulder blades, pulsing rhythmically, sending waves of power through me, hot and cold, dancing together in a chaotic burst of beauty. I could see the wide-eyed terror in my parents' faces, but I couldn't reassure them that I was okay; words escaped me. Instead, I heard a voice, soothing like a gentle stream but heavy with the weight of destiny. "This is your journey, Winter. Follow the star. At its end lies your destiny and happiness." The voice wrapped around me like a warm hug, filling the empty spaces of doubt. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the bright glow of the star carved into my skin, shining against the darkness. I've nev

We gave names to wishes, to years we couldn’t get back, to the future we didn’t dare imagine. Then it happened. A streak of silver shot across the sky, slicing through the stars like a secret. A shooting star. Lena gasped softly beside me. We both went silent, instinctively making a wish. I didn’t need to think. I wished for everything to make sense. For the storm inside my head to part. For the pieces to click into place. Lena whispered, too faint for me to hear, and I wondered what she had wished for. But something changed in that moment. Maybe in the silence that followed, maybe in the stars that seemed to pulse a little brighter after the streak faded.

Emily, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe." Liam's eyes shimmered with a mixture of reverence and excitement. "Indeed, Emily. Let us take this moment to make our wishes, to send our intentions into the night sky. The universe listens, and who knows what wonders it may bring." The pack members found a spot beneath the open sky, their eyes fixed upon the falling cosmic wonders. Each star streaked across the heavens, leaving behind a trail of ethereal light. Rachel, her voice filled with optimism, said, "I wish for harmony amo

Bonnie nodded and thanked me again. Then I turned to Crystal, “So, young lady, what are your three wishes?” She smiled, “Okay. My first wish is for a swing set outside.” I nodded and snapped my fingers, “Done. You’ll just have to wait until morning to play on it.” She smiled, “Okay. Wish number two is for my own library filled with books that I can read.” I nodded and took her hand. We walked to her room, and I snapped my fingers once. When we walked into her room, she squealed in excitement as she saw one whole wall of her room is now bookshelves. She hugged me and smiled, “Wish number three, I have to whisper it.” I bent down close to her, and she got close to my ear and whispered, “Will y

My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall as the hands slowly ticked forward, but there was no sign of him returning. The wound burned even though it was the middle of winter. I was sweating from the pain, my body betraying me. Desperate, I reached for my phone, but as soon as I unlocked it, a notification popped up, showing me a new post from Grace. [Stargazing with the Big Guy,] it read, with a picture of them both camping on a mountainside. I let out a bitter laugh. The algorithm sure knew exactly how to twist the knife when I was at my lowest.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.