Wishful Thoughts Novels & Stories

Is it possible that I was struggling to find the right words to say? Cloud, how I wish I could tell you how many wonderful emotions you have the ability to elicit from me. I wish I could tell you how the time I spent with you and your family made it so easy for me to slip and fall. And that I wish I could tell you that I don't want our relationship to come to an end. I wish I could tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. When I tell you that I enjoy having you here, I wish you felt the same way. I wish my heart wasn't so cruel as to believe that you would simply reject this expression of affection. I hope we can make it sooner rather than later without the need for someone else to

And now Tracy’s parents were dead, and she was flying home to bury them, and none of yesterday’s magic meant anything in the face of this loss. I climbed back into my car, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. My wolf stirred, sensing my distress, but she had no comfort to offer. Some pains couldn’t be fixed with strength or power or ancient bloodlines. I sat in the car for a long moment, trying to compose myself before going inside. Tracy’s words echoed in my mind: What if wishes are dangerous? What if getting what you want means losing something else? I didn’t want to believe that. I couldn’t afford to believe that.

he urged, a playful smile dancing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Arina hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with hopes and dreams for the year ahead. She closed her eyes, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she silently made her wish, a silent plea for happiness and fulfillment. But Rosella, ever the wise matriarch, interrupted with a gentle insistence, her eyes filled with maternal wisdom. "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Every moment is a chance to make a wish," she urged, her voice soft yet firm, a reminder of the power of dreams and the importance of seizing every opportunity for happiness.

Death says "Well, I mean, you look like a normal human to me and Mika said if someone looked at you they would see their worst nightmare and that humans can't see you, so what the fuck did you expect?" I ask him, leaning on my arms as if to tell him to actually tell me what he expected. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, but his golden eyes twinkled. "Stupid golden eyes," I grumble crossing my arms Aphrodite, Hera, and Demeter sat beside me, "I like her," Aphrodite said wrapping her arms around me in a hug and I hugged back looking around awkwardly making Poseidon laugh

I wished he could see me in another light, not just as a fleeting presence, but as a person worthy of love, understanding, and connection. In those moments, I yearned for him to truly see me, to understand the depths of my emotions, and to feel the weight of my longing. I wished for a chance to rewrite the narrative, to create a new story where our hearts beat in sync, and our love shone bright. But for now, the wish remained just that – a wish, a fragile thread of hope suspended in the uncertainty of what could have been.

Then a palm print appeared on the screen, with a line of text next to it, “Place your palm on top of it, then focus your attention and release your desires with complete concentration. Perhaps I can help you fulfill your wishes." Driven by curiosity, William placed his palm over the fingerprint on the screen. Then he closed his eyes and made a wish, “I hope my daughter Jade will be happy every day in the future. I hope she can overcome her fetish addiction as soon as possible. I hope she will find a perfect match in the future and live a happy and fulfilling life with a man who loves her..." Then a green light scanned repeatedly on his palm, after a few rounds, the prompt sounded again, "Wil

Essi has defeated him. “Have you thought well about your wish already?” “I forgot…” Essi has no sweet regards for wishes. She always thought that dreams need logic to manifest. It cannot just simply be there without work. And to hope for a person to grant your wish is a waste of time. Right now, she unfolds the exception to the rule. She would prepare as if she didn’t care about wishes. She couldn’t help but get excited as well about how Oneil might be able to give what she wants. Should she just wish right away?

"Sometimes, the path to fulfillment is not easy, but facing your wishes head-on is the first step towards making them come true." Sherly was stupified. Kim did not tell her about this wisdom. However, instead of shrugging it off, she took the caretaker's words to heart. She couldn't realize it when the caretaker said it when she arrived, since she was full of grief and pain, but now she finally realizes it. She realized that merely making a wish wasn't enough; she had to confront her desires and take action to bring them to fruition. With newfound determination, she bid farewell to the dandelion field, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in pursuit of her wishes.

Wishful thinking. What I had was all wishful thinking. To him, I'm nothing but a speck of pesky dust...All I wanted was to be loved and feel loved by someone I could trust. I didn't want him. I want to love. But after what happened, the idea of love couldn't bring me bliss anymore. The adamantness of waiting and perseverance now felt outlandish from her perspective, which led her to a tenebrous depression. She nomadically limped out of the pack house into the dead of the night and showered herself with negative thoughts and despair.

I closed my eyes and thought about my wishes. Maybe that my parents would stay healthy for much longer, maybe that everything would go well in my college so that I could finish in record time. A lot of money and success for me, a good career and a lovely marriage with children. But how could I ask for any of those things when the only thing that appeared in my mind was Joshua Carter?