Wishful Thoughts Novels & Stories

I pulled on some small socks and my Converse. I snuck out, trying to be as quiet as possible. I ran out, deciding to go for an early morning jog. Just to clear my head. Just to make myself forget about the night before. I still want him to love me, I still want to make this work but oh goddess, my heart is his. Is it so wrong for me to wish he’d suddenly see Ava for what she truly is? Perhaps it’s too much. Too much wishful thinking on my part. Hoping that I’d be number one. I’m not wanted by him. Or anyone. I just-

What is the most furious you've been? But all I could think about was Malcolm, Rylan, what our lives could've been like if I became his wife. My chest squeezes. Surely hope was a strong enough emotion? My breath hitches when my powers respond. It sizzles down my body in a powerful rush. A smile trembles across my lips. Malcolm. His name is whispered across my mind and I'm taken back to the our time on that yacht, where I was his shooting star... Be careful what you wish for.

Roger Every person has one wish that they will do anything to achieve. A goal for which they sacrifice their whole lives. This desire is deeply rooted within their hearts and serves as a driving force that propels them forward, even in the face of adversity. I have one wish like that too: I would like to fulfill a goal that has kept me roaming aimlessly in this world for hundreds of years. That is death. I want to die, but my cruel fate doesn’t allow me to die either. Every day, I am burdened by the weight of immortality, unable to escape the eternal cycle of life. The longing for release consumes me as I yearn for the peace that death promises.

"Who do you want to go to the tulip field with? And go on a hot air balloon ride with?" Her pupils quivered, and she shook her head. She had never once thought about who she would do these things with; she had merely written them down out of fear that they would fade into oblivion. The prospect of losing all her memories terrified her, for she was afraid that she wouldn't remember even her smallest desires. Those wishes, which others could easily fulfill, would then transform into lingering regrets in the void where her memories had once resided.

I was afraid of what would happen if I left, afraid of what could happen if I stayed. My life has always been a disappointment, from jumping around from one foster home to another, to being born alone, and living my life in that way. How could I give false hope to these people? I’d be doing nothing, but passing along the disappointment. “What’s going on in there?” I blinked. Will pointed to the side of his head, indicating he was talking about my mind. “I just… don’t know anything.” I sighed. “I wish I could have your faith. Or, Lana’s magic… I’d wish all of this away.”

"They want you to doubt yourself. They want you to believe that you’re a product so that you’ll stop fighting and accept your 'purpose.' Don't give it to them. Don't let them rewrite the last year of our lives as a series of ones and zeros." ​"I have to go back," he said, his voice dropping to a hollow, monotone whisper. "I have to find the remaining nodes. If I’m the vessel, if I’m the one who holds the original blueprint, then only I can delete it from the source.

Was being called a person offensive? "If I am honest, you are the first one I have met in person. I have heard rumors though." He looked sad. Did it really matter if he had met other people like me? Was it that great to be different? Special? "The rumors are that noble vampires with colorful hair have special powers normal nobles do not. Powers like flying, shapeshifting, teleportation, and the ability to phase through things. I do not know if all of these are true though." So wait, I have one of these powers? How do I figure out witch?

So that’s it, and now I’m getting more nervous. I constantly swallow why a lot of jumbled thoughts pop in my head. Is this what I think it is? Jesus. Good grace. Hallelujah. This can’t be happening, and did I just promise? Can I take it back? No. I think I’m going to faint before her. I feel that the worst day of my life is taunting me, and everything is flashing back in my head—it starts from the tabloid that ruins my life, to the meeting that gave me a headache, and to the last words of my dad.

I say. “hmm, there you go again with your sweet talks,” Aria said, something flashed in her eyes and that heat kindled. I stepped toward her. “The thing about fantasies is that they represent our deepest, darkest desires.”I whisper to her... “Not always,” she disagreed, dancing out of my reach, putting the bed between us. A red crimson bedding was draped on the bed. I couldn’t wait to fuck her on it. "Sometimes they are just nonsensical thoughts that we put in our heads, they aren't thoughts we should act on"Aria says..

A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe. He has become more like a wonderful wagon wheel, taking him to new extraordinary journeys of life, but unable to alter his path or fundamental beliefs. So what once required medications no longer does. The "fantasies of the great voyage" are no more than fiction with an extra kick. After all, he was stone-cold sane. In truth, he would wager he was safer from demise than anyone else. Beyond that, he was cursed to live a long life. A very long life.