Camina Hacia El Futuro Novels & Stories

If only I could live here for the rest of my life. If only he was real… “I have many people depending on me out there, waiting for me. And for you. thank you for showing me the future. I promise you I will turn it into reality.” I said and he just disappeared without saying anything. I saw a fragment of light flickering, it was distant one but I started walking towards it, trying to reach it. Current scene

Nothing surprises him anymore about the depth of Mia's desire and the wildness she craves. Meanwhile, Mia, with a determined air, leans forward, her body shifting seamlessly as she takes off in a swift run towards her pack house. Her mind buzzes with a fresh resolve, focused not just on the journey back to her pack but on a strategic plan to claim her place in the Alpha's bed.

She also didn't require anyone to guide her in this regard. Her fingertips hover over the message, weighing the fresh possibility before her. Though it may have been difficult, her past is not her future. She is leading and forging her road from which none else may travel. Her feet speeded as she moved across the city, and a sense of direction coursed through her. She was to conquer; the future was opening out before her. Ahead of her, the skyline seems to glitter with limitless possibilities, just waiting for her to reach out and seize. She pauses to breathe when she gets towards her flat. There is this. Her chance is this. Elizabeth smiles, forward gazing with the certainty she has always

Everyone has a past and my past is with his son. “ Forget about all the rumours and concentrate on this moment. Concentrate on us. That's what's important right now.” He reminds me, nudging me. I bet his words were meant to make me feel better. Truth is, they do little of that. “ What about the future?” I ask and immediately regret asking it when Theo's expressions momentarily shift. A flicker over something I can't put my finger on passes through his dark orbs but he schools his emotions immediately. He smiles, “ what about the future, Camilla?” He asks.

I sit beside him and take his hand. “The Loom is showing me futures,” I say. “But none of them are fixed.” “And the past?” “Not mine. Not yet. But I feel it pulling too.” “Then what do we do?” “We hold together.” “And then?”“We burn forward.”

"That we have. And we'll overcome whatever comes our way in the future, too." As they walked through the bustling city, surrounded by the sounds of construction and the chatter of excited voices, Nathan and Miranda couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. They knew that there were still challenges ahead, but they also knew that they had the skills, the knowledge, and the passion to face them head-on.

To lives lived forward rather than explained backward. As Lillian drifted into sleep, she understood something with quiet certainty. Truth had closed one chapter. But it had not written the next. That responsibility belonged to the living. And she was finally ready to accept it. Not as a burden. As an open horizon. The future waited. Not to be conquered. To be inhabited. And this time, Lillian would step into it without needing to look over her shoulder. Because the past had been faced. The present was stable. And the future no longer needed to justify its existence. It was simply there. And so was she.

Outside the window, the world continued moving forward. Not because a dream protected it. Not because a guardian watched over it. But because countless ordinary people kept choosing tomorrow. And as Ama looked toward the bright horizon beyond the city— she realized the future no longer needed saving. It only needed living.

Our story was far from over, and the pages of our future were waiting to be written. With a long, deep breath, I took the first step in the direction to Brad’s pack. Past, present and future were about to meet again.

Content in the present yet anticipating the future, we stepped forward, our hearts entwined, our bond unbreakable—a new tale waiting ever patiently on the horizon. Forever begins here, in the quiet strength of dawn, as echoes of a forgotten past whisper promise that may yet unfold. But no matter what is to come, we will face it together.