A Perfect Love Story Future Novels & Stories

Still, this wild, seemingly carefree man didn't chase me down. He waited and only came back after he learned that I'd divorced Sebastian. I said, "I'm going back to my hometown. Are you coming with me?" "Of course I am." "Daniel, I told you that I'm not thinking about relationships right now. Moreover, I'm seven years older than you." He looked at me with burning sincerity in his eyes. "Tessa, I told you that I'll never pressure you. If you're willing to accept me, I'll love you and take care of you forever. If you've given up on love, then I'll just be your family."

“I’m living in the future I chose.” His expression softens, and he cups my cheek, brushing his lips against my forehead. “Then that’s all I’ll ever need.” I smile, pressing my forehead against his. And as the music swells, as the world around us spins with laughter and love. I know, without a doubt, that this is our happy ending. Not because it’s perfect. Not because we never struggled. But because, despite everything, we made it together. THE END.

"Adrian, you didn’t have to! Just having you here is enough." Her hand grazed his arm as she leaned in, her honeyed voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you’ll stay close tonight... It would mean a lot." "Come, let’s get a photo together," Caelia said softly, signaling to the photographer nearby. She stepped closer to Adrian, her arm slipping around his. The flash of the cameras intensified as they posed, the perfect picture of a powerful man supporting a beautiful woman. To anyone looking, they appeared the ideal match. But Adrian’s thoughts weren’t with Caelia. They were thousands of miles away, back in America.

I have to admit; when he talks about the future of us so vaguely with me it freaks me out. Yes I want a future with him, and I think he wants one with me, but we still haven't talked about what sort of future that would be. This all started with a six month contract; at the end of it would I be signing another? Does 'the future' mean forever or for the next little while until he gets bored of me? I want to buy into the fantasy that it's forever; that I could possibly be special enough to get the happy ending. But why would I get to live the good life when my past indicates that I will always be the bottom of the barrel.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

What's important right now is how they start anew, let go of the past, and focus on the future. Hearing Zeyn's words made Allena's eyes glaze over, the man in front of her is the perfect man, he is not like other men who only want to have fun, Zeyn is different and he is special. But stupidly until now, Allen still hasn't been able to give his heart to Zeyn, who knows what he's afraid of, he doesn't understand himself either. But what is certain is that he is sure that one day he will surely give his whole heart to Zeyn, make Zeyn his last place, and that is certain.

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"

“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.