A Perfect Love Story Future Novels & Stories

Come to think of it, her and Elena are actually very similar. Brenda and I are mutual friends. Like, we wave to each other and smile but we don't talk talk. Just simple small talk here and there. There's also the whole point with her saving my life and me having a crush on her boyfriend and yadda yadda but we needn't get into that. I sigh dreamily, wishing I could be Brenda Sommers. Because Heaven and Hell know that I've had a big, fat crush on Reese Sultan since the end of last year. Why? Because he's absolutely perfect. And you don't find guys like him anymore.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

She smiled sweetly , her eyes tearing up at my words “I have been yours for a long time.” “Is that a yes?” I asked, my hand sliding over my outer thigh, stroking because the lip biting thing she is doing is distracting me. “Yes,” She whispered. “Nina Vincenzo,” I murmured. “I like the sound of it.” She whispers as our lips collide in the most intense and passionate kiss ever. Is this love? Is this madness? I didn’t care. It is my present , my future and perfection either way. *****

Our love, our determination to build a future together, is what truly matters. The END

“I don’t want to scare you with promises I can’t keep. So I won’t promise perfection. I won’t promise easy. But I promise honesty. Loyalty. And a life where you never doubt that you’re loved.” She lifted her hand between them, the ring catching the light again. “I don’t need perfect,” she said. “I just need real.” His mouth curved faintly. “Then we’re aligned.” She leaned back slightly to look at him. “What does our future look like to you?” He didn’t hesitate. “It looks like choice,” he said. “Every day. Choosing each other even when it’s inconvenient. Even when we’re tired. Even when we disagree.” She nodded slowly.

But a future chosen, one story at a time. --- The End.

Katherine broke the hug, wiped her tears and smiled with determination and said 'We have to win, not just for a better future for us but also for the horrible past of those who have suffered on the hands of Earthlings. Alex just smiled and they hugged once again seeking peace in each other's embrace and conveying each other's pain in silence. After that Kaylee left for her room and Alex was again deep in his thoughts he just couldn't forget the smell and the moment of someone watching him in the library kept replaying in his mind

Another guy, wearing his eyeglasses, made him look like a geek, but what really got my attention was the girl who seemed to be in all the pictures. She was stunningly beautiful. She was grinning with Blake in one picture, and they seemed very happy. One picture fell from the album, and it was them again, in their scuba diving suit, her hands were weaved at the back of his neck, and his arms were on her waist. My heart went to my throat as I read the message at the back. ‘My forever love’. I closed my eyes and sighed. Paintings can never be perfect, no matter how the artist wants them to be. I took the picture and slid it into the pocket of the luggage.