Wish Upon A Star Book Novels & Stories

About some minutes Warrd joined her. “I have not been able to sleep.”Warrd said to her. “But why, you should go before your father finds you here with me.” She had warned him. “Don’t worry, I could ditch him.” He replied with a smile. “What do you do here always.” He asked. He came closer to her. “I come here to see the stars of wishes. They say that when the stars are shooting and when you’d come on time to make your wishes it shall be granted.” She answered.

" The little girl screamed sitting up. Before he could say or comprehends anything. She nudged him again to make a wish as the shooting stars flashed the second. "Dear shooting stars, I wish that I will be together forever with Linda. As my soulmate and wife." His words made the little girl look at him with eyes wide open. Before she could react, he urged her to make a wish which she made. After some time, they look at the sky again. Looking at the stars to know whether they will see another one but after waiting for some time without getting another glance at it. The little girl turned back and looked at his "Big brother cat!' The young boy turned and crunched his nose at her another ugly n

It seemed to watch over me like a silent companion, a visitor like me. When I lowered my gaze back to the fireflies, they seemed to gather closer, as if drawn to my presence. My heart lightened a little despite everything. I closed my eyes and began to make my wishes. I wished for forgiveness from Mommy—for her to accept me back and let me come home. I missed her and the warmth of our family more than words could say. Then I wished for clarity about Justin. If we were truly not meant for each other, I hoped for a sign—so I would know if I should stop waiting or keep hoping. But maybe I shouldn’t wait anymore, since he had Lenita now. The thought tightened my chest with sadness.

A story of desire, growth, friendship, and emotional redemption. About the Author Dr. Julius Chinamo is an accomplished author, counselor, and speaker whose work weaves deep emotional insight with real-world experience. With a Doctorate in Christian Counseling and decades of practice supporting individuals and families, Dr. Chinamo brings a rare blend of empathy and wisdom to his writing. His stories are shaped by real conversations and real pain infused with hope, honesty, and the unshakable belief that healing is possible. Whispers of the Heart reflects his signature approach: storytelling rooted in emotional truth, connection, and the quiet strength of vulnerability.

I’ve never had anybody speak to me like that, as if I’m worth something, not after Dad. “I—” Hesitation makes me close my mouth. “There are probably things happening around you that you can’t quite understand.” My hand tightens in a fist, recalling my strange strength and my over-the-top healing, “I don’t know what you me—” “We can help you understand,” Director Yearwood cuts me off. “But for that, you have to give yourself time and you have to trust us.” She’s being quite vague and it’s obvious, but her tone is sincere. I find it hard to muster up my usual distrust around her.

Natasha pouted and mumbled, "I would never give Joshua stars." She still remembered the wish she made once under the brilliant night sky full of shooting stars. "I wish for Jacob to be my star forever." The night sky filled with countless shooting stars was a memory that belonged to only her and Jacob. However, she no longer had her star with her. Natasha only realized after a long time that Jacob had been right. Wishing on shooting stars never worked. It would never work. Why would someone who couldn't keep her own star try to get stars for anyone else?

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

The boy flicked the girl’s forehead. “Ouch! Why did you flicked me?” cried the girl while touching her forehead. “The shooting star already disappeared so what’s the point of wishing upon it? “ “I can’t wish if the shooting star already disappeared?” the girl asked. “Of course!” “By the way Carlo, what’s your wish?” The boy suddenly felt uneasy by his playmate’s question. “Why would I tell you? It’s a wish after all.” The girl frowned. “Carlo… please tell me your wish. I promise to keep it as secretttt!”

The young woman is indeed reciting the old nursery rhyme formula that children usually use to make a wish on the first star they see at night. "Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have my wish come true tonight." The young woman looks so serious, so dedicated upon making her wish and I briefly wonder what she could possibly be wishing for so fervently, her eyes closed and her eyebrows meeting in concentration. Perhaps it is something deeply personal, like his wish, something she has been longing for a long time now. Or maybe it's something simple, like to be anywhere else but where she is at the moment.

"Christmas wishes? I believe they are. Why do you ask?" "Well…" Malaya looked embarrassed, chewing her bottom lip the way Laila did when she got anxious. "Barry at school said you get one Christmas wish every year. Like, one special one. And he's wishing for a new bike." "That's a great wish," Laila said warmly, brushing Malaya's hand. "And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect."