Write What You Want! Novels & Stories

"Mom, maybe we should go to the hospital just in case? If something really bad happens..." Paula wanted to fight back, but her body felt too weak. She still looked completely unconvinced and yelled, "You worthless brat, quit trying to freak us out! You just want to mess up our big break. You're nothing but trouble!" She glared at me with pure hatred and sneered. "You just don't want Oliver and me to get those gift boxes. What's your intention? Spit it out! What's in it for you to stop us?" Before she finished talking, she raised the hand that wasn't completely blackened yet, ready to smack me.

Still want. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "What do you want?" His teeth grazed her shoulder, not quite biting, just promising. "Tell me exactly what you want, and I'll give it to you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I want...." She struggled to find words through the haze of desire. "I want you to move. To fuck me. Slowly. I want to feel every inch of you. Want to feel what it's like when you take your time."

But the phone stays silent, and I'm left with only the echo of my own choices. The most anticipated message is still unwritten. I start and stop several times, crafting and revising the words I want to say to Jack. How do you tell someone who matters so much that you want to be with them? That you’re ready to embark on a new journey together, to discover who you are with them by your side? My fingers hover over the screen, excited and hopeful. But I know what I have to do. I take a deep breath and type it out, telling him I'm ready to leave with him, that I want to find out who I am with him. I hesitate for a moment before sending it, feeling the weight of anticipation in my chest.

"Just let me send this off." "Did you start writing again?" Amoy inquired. "Nope." "Why not?" "I still haven't figured out what I want to write, and I honestly don't see the point if I can't share it with the world." She sighed closing her laptop before facing him. "Don't write for others, write for yourself, maybe one day you'll share it with the world. I'm sorry about my aunt again." He shook his head brushing off her apology as she got up from her chair, standing in front of him, eyes filled with sincerity.

indeed that brought a smile to the children faces just as the Sisters had hope They all wrote what they wanted, toys, clothes, a nice family to adopt them so many things But there was someone who couldn't think of what he wanted, the little boy looked at his blank sheet "What do I really want?" he thought, he decided not to rush, to take his time to think about it since they were to submit it tomorrow, it gave him plenty of time to think He went to the kitchen, where he saw the cook "Miss Sandra" he called, she turns to him "Yes Jamie?" "If you were to write a letter to God telling him what you want, what would you ask for" "Well I would ask for a lot of things, like a new phone or a car or

He boomed back. “Gee, I don’t know,” I mocked like I was attempting to think. “Coming from the man who only does what HE wants.” I spread my arms out. “Because why care about what your fucking MATE WANTS! Only focus on what YOU want! Maybe I should just reject you—”

I imagined Aubrey standing in front of me, and I spoke from the heart. "You make me laugh, and you fill my world with joy. There's nothing I want more than to be with you. You're strong, and you're the most perfect woman I know. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you." Allessandra was smiling and nodding as I finished what I had to say. "That was great. Now, all you have to do is tell Aubrey exactly that. This is so exciting." "I'm ready to tell her how I feel now."

I felt like I was finally living after all the times I had let grief dictate my choices. I set the bowl down and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a notebook and a pen. I walked back to Cierra taking a seat next to her. I wrote down the things I wanted. Not goals like climbing the corporate world or paying off debts. Real and emotional things. “I want to travel, I want a vacation. I want to love and be loved, you know. Above all that's truly all I crave. To be loved unapologetically and for the whole world to see. I want to go on movie dates, dinner dates, I just want to be loved, I want to have kids and grow old with my husband,” I said, staring at my hands. The words I uttered surprised even

"NEED" "YOU"

"I'm in someone else's marriage and I need to find my husband. The person I am with isn't mine. I'm so sure of it. By the way, I need it urgently…If you can…yuuno, start something." "Oh, right. I'll skip the personal talks. What do you want me to put in your letter? Like, how do you want me to type these things in it? I have a sample though, I just need to know if I should type the person's name or just put a blank space so you can write it yourself. Which?"