Wishes In One Hand 소설 & 이야기

The skyline views and atmosphere make it perfect for couples. He held my hands, stopped walking, and faced me. “ Make a wish,” he said and I was confused. Why should I make any wish? “ It's not even the first snowfall, I don't understand what kind of wish it is .” “ Yes, it's not the first snowfall, but this is our first time holding hands together, walking side by side, and acting like a real couple outside. I can see he meant what he said with the kind of seriousness I saw on his face.

‘Honey say hello to the master. Katie smiled and greeted. ‘Good morning, master I made this for you.’ She stretched her hand with a card in it. He looked at her hand and the card then he turned to Pearl who half expected him to collect but he just pat the horse he sat on and nodded. ‘How sweet, little miss, hold on to that till we meet again.’ Pearl looked at him; would it have removed anything from him, if he collected it now? Katie took her hand back and replaced them by her sides.

I sniffed again, feeling like I won against the strongest wolf in our kingdom. He waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a soft golden glow surrounded us. “How about I grant you a wish to make up for it?” My eyes went wide. “A wish? Really? Like, a real wish?” “Yep,” he said with a lazy smile. “One wish. Anything your little heart desires. But make it quick, I have places to be.” I thought about it for a moment, my mind was rushing me. A wish! Anything! I could wish for all the butterflies in the world, or the biggest cake ever, or—

Wish me luck! /W.W/

Sherly smiled at him with her fluffy eyes. Seeing her like this, the caretaker's heart softened, and in response, the caretaker offered her unexpected advice. "Remember, dear, a wish is only granted when the one who makes it is willing to face it," he said, his voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "Sometimes, the path to fulfillment is not easy, but facing your wishes head-on is the first step towards making them come true."

My heart in my throat as I took his small hand in mine, opening it upside down and placing the crystal ball in his palm. "My wish is for you to always be okay," I smiled at that beautiful flawless imagine in my head, "To be safe and happy," I closed his fingers over the ball. I inched my head closer and pecked his cheek, my lips beside his ear as I added, "Now, it's your time to wish."

He opened his hand wide in the air, spreading all five fingers. “That’s five feelings. Five more to go. You’ve made me feel the happiest I’ve ever been. And also the saddest.” He raised two fingers on his other hand. “You’ve given me so much pain… and so much joy.” Now, only one finger was still bent. One last feeling he hadn’t admitted yet. AURORA'S POV The watch on his wrist said it was five minutes to five. Only five more minutes before Auntie Tia’s wish disappeared and we lost our chance to say everything we wanted.

Then slowly, he took my hand and ran his thumb across it. “So she did squeeze your hand. Are you okay?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft. I stared at him, confused. How did he even know? And why does he care now? “I’m fine, Roderick. It wasn’t painful. Besides, it might’ve just been a joke or a prank. Nothing to worry about,” I said, pulling my hand away and trying not to fall for the sudden kindness in his touch. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about these brothers, it’s that they’re unpredictable. One moment they’re warm, and the next, ice cold. Still, it’s hard to control how I feel around them.

Well he told Anthony, but not me and Amara. I was sitting in the kitchen at the bar, eating a salad when Anthony came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder. We had gotten so close over the years that touching each other was a joy. I smiled and put down my fork. I turned towards him, making his hand rap around my shoulder in a hug-like position. I laid my head to his chest. He may not have been warm, but the softness of his skin made up for it. “If you could make a wish for your birthday, Asoka, what would it be?” I paused, running my hand across his unbutton suit, feeling his button up shirt under my hand.

THE END OF (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND) First, thank you. Thank you for picking up my novel, (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND). Thank you for opening the first chapter when you didn’t know me. Thank you for opening the second, and the tenth, and the one-hundredth, when life was busy and your time was precious. In a world full of noise, distractions, and endless choices, you chose to sit with my words. That means more to me than I can ever fit into one letter, but I’m going to try my best anyway.