Wishes In One Hand Novels & Stories

"I had forgotten today was my birthday." I watched her. The woman who had shouldered so many wounds alone, who had risen from so many falls, was now surrounded by her own, surprised that someone thought to celebrate her. That was the real gift. The celebration flowed with laughter, hugs, and presents. Amelie opened each gift with disbelief, as if she couldn't accept that it was for her. When we finally lit the candles and sang "Happy Birthday," she closed her eyes and made a wish before blowing them out.

Want to celebrate my birthday just once grandly. “Not a big deal, I will do it for my Sky, but it's afar right now so it must be on hold.” He made a big dot in front of the second wish. 3. Want to shower my love on orphans kids and give them clothes, gifts, ice cream chocolates. “Ok, I will arrange it for my Sky, but later when she will regain her normal sense.” He again made a big dot. That means on hold. 4. Want to see stars from very near so that I can find my mom in those shining stars.

RUBIN'S POV “If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you. If only wishes can come true, I have a banquet of wishes, And they're all to flourish your life. A life well laid to wipe away tears from your eyes. A life filled to bring satisfaction to your soul. If there be any more wish, I will wish you the whole world, Just for you to find satisfaction in your soul.” Rubin's thought echoed as he scanned from his phone, up into space as if to reverse time~ as if yearning for a time loop to reset every moment which had passed. Just then, a figure caught his attention as he glanced out of the car's window.

On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes. Below it, my signature. A promise. “Anything you want,” I said quietly, “Three wishes. I’ll fulfill them. No questions asked.” Silvia’s brows lifted. “Even if I ask you to stop the sun from setting?” I smiled. “I’ll buy it time.” Her lips parted, eyes shimmering, and for a moment, she looked at me like I was the only real thing in the world. “You’ve worn jewels,” I added, voice soft now. “You’ve had photos, gowns, flashes, and flowers. But this... this is me giving you something real. Anything your heart desires.”

The pink diamond necklace around her slender, fair neck served as the perfect finishing touch, making her glow with a soft, rosy vibrancy, full of youthful bloom. Wendy planted a firm kiss on Asher’s cheek, thanked him again for the gift, and returned to her seat. “Should we have the cake first?” “There’s just two of us—we can’t finish all that. Let me make a wish first, and we can take the cake back with us.” Asher nodded and signaled the server to light the candles. The lights dimmed, and Wendy closed her eyes. Three wishes: First, she wished for her family and friends to stay healthy. Second, she wished Asher a smooth year ahead, winning every game.

Slowly she slides her hand downward and takes my right palm, stretching out her hand towards Dexter with a smile. He shakes his head and gives in, giving her his right hand which she pulls in closer and joins with mine, Dexter's fingers interlocking with mine, "I wish, that you two will be the people who break this diversity," she tells us, supporting our hands with hers at the top and bottom. "Thank you, I'll do my best," I promise in the heat of the moment.

“Inside my hands are gifts for you. One hand contains one gift while the other has two. Are you lucky enough to choose the correct one?” I stare at her fists. There is no tell-tale bump of one containing something extra. They look perfectly the same to me. I glance at her and she grins. “Tick…tock… time is running out. Choose now or lose your chance.” A perfect game of chance. I will have to rely on pure luck to win this one. But has my fortune turned? Or am I still as unlucky as ever? In any case…one hand still contains a gift so it’s not like I’m going to lose completely.

The priest handed her three red wish-bands and asked her to write her wishes before hanging them on a tree. Slowly regaining her senses, she took the pen from the priest and wrote on the three red wish-bands. First wish, for Clarissa's safety. Second wish, for Albion's health. Third wish, … At this point, her hand holding the pen paused. Images related to Cline flashed through her mind. Seeing her hesitation, the priest kindly said, "If someone comes to mind, write their name. No need to worry." Luana then wrote, "Third wish, for Cline's happiness."

"What is it?" "A wish card." Jasmine's tone was matter-of-fact. "A half-witch gave it to me years ago as a return of favour. It's meant for urgent messages. When you need to reach someone and nothing else works. You make a wish, you throw the card into the night and you can speak to whoever you're thinking of. Sixty seconds. That's all you get." I stared at the card, my skepticism warring with my desperation. "A card. You're giving me a card."

He held her hand, raised it to his lips and gave it a tender kiss. Andrea's expression softened as she continued, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "I don't know if I should wish for you to win or lose in this fight. What I truly wish for is that everything ends well. That somehow, amidst the chaos and pain, a resolution is found that doesn't come at the cost of either of your lives."