Wishful Thoughts Novels & Stories

Voithós said and a slight shiver ran through me. "So wishes are a bad thing?" Kayden questioned. "No, not really. It generally depends on how they are used. The consequence isn't always bad if the wish is used to help others instead of for selfish reasons. Only the vampire couple were able to use their wish wisely and reap the benefits instead of a disturbing consequence but still, we're not talking about them. I'm sure the experience of the next couple will leave you speechless, Kayden." Voithós said and we disappeared once more.

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.

When it was time for our pup to come, I would have faked a miscarriage. "You're so stupid. I told you this wouldn't work. You should have held out for our fated mate." I ignore my wolf, Asha, like I always do. She was never happy that I made that deal. I don't care about being mated. I just care about power and want what was promised to me. She'll come. I know she will. I won't be stuck in here for long. ________________ Anton's P.O.V.

I rерlіеd, уаwnіng once more. “I know іtѕ wishful thіnkіng оn my part, it’s juѕt I’m аt thіѕ part іn thе bооk where thе bіg rеvеаl is аbоut tо hарреn, and іf I’m right about whаt I thіnk іt іѕ thеn I will bе ѕо аnnоуеd. I just want tо knоw already.”

My name is Natalie Howard, a high schooler, I'm 18 years old and I come from a family of four, have an elder brother who schools outside the country by scholarship, well. I have an average family, my dad works as a secretary, and my mom is a beverage store manager, I wish I was normal like everyone else, why is that? My dad calls it a curse my mom calls it a gift, this is my secret ability, my ability to read people's minds, it all started after a heart transplant when I was 6, three days after I had a heart transplant after suffering from heart disease for two years, my parents finally raised the fund for the heart transplant, and that put me into a dilemma, i was still in the hospital when

Not bad if I do say so myself, especially after everything I've been through. Tucking myself into bed, I do everything in my power to not think about all of the things that could be in this bed with me, or the things that have happened on this bed. No, don't go there, I don't have time to dwell on what could be. Not while I'm trying to reinvent myself. Clicking the television on, I try to find something that's not an infomercial, reruns of Judge Judy, from back before she started going gray. A yawn splits my face and my eyes suddenly feel so heavy, pulling me into a dreamless sleep.

Still, Mary was smiling blissfully, hugging Chris' arm as she gloated, "I'm no longer your wife, George. Quit being so sarcastic." Chris' arm tightened around her waist as he smiled too. "Oh, don't waste your breath, Mary, or he'll get to you. Let's go home to your mansion already." 'So that the bum won't have a chance to regret.' Hearing his thoughts, I could laugh. Regret? I was the one who was worried Mary would regret this! Still, this was just getting good, and I was patient enough to wait. And just as I thought, what Chris said left Mary confused. "What mansion?"

It was as if the livestream had been silenced. For two whole seconds, the screen was completely blank. Then, the comments began to flood in. Someone even sent a row of question marks. "Wait a second. Are my ears playing tricks on me? Did he say that he's not going to help her?" "What did you say, Connor? Why aren't you willing to help her?" "Did the livestream glitch? Can you repeat yourself, Connor?" "That's impossible. It's been three years since he started helping people, but it's the first time he's ever rejected someone."

"Why are you doing this? You promised me space. You let me believe it was all a dream!" "I let you return to your home because I thought your human system required a period of decompression," Lucian said, taking a slow step forward, his obsidian eyes dark with a coiled, desperate energy. "But the distance is a poison, Yolande. When you crossed the valley threshold, my internal threshold began to redline. The wolf... the wolf does not understand a legal boundary line when the anchor is entirely absent."

He just listens, the way Riven listens to everything, with his whole attention and none of his conclusions yet. When I stop talking the fire has burned lower. "The wish," he says. "When you came back. How did that work?" "I do not fully understand it yet," I say. "I asked and it happened. I think it is something I did. Something I carry. I have been seeing things at the edges of my vision since I woke up this morning threads, I think. Lines connecting people to where they are going." He nods once. Not surprised. Taking it in. "You could have told me this at the gate," he says.