Dear Future Me Book Novels & Stories

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On the day of our graduation photo, the class started sorting everyone into groups. I'd barely taken my place beside my boyfriend, Evan Brooks, when someone started shouting. "Put Claire next to Evan!" "Right? Claire's the prettiest girl on campus. She belongs beside the campus heartthrob!" Before I could react, my childhood friend Liam took my arm and gently traded our positions. "Nina, switch with Claire. "It's only a graduation photo. Don't be petty." Evan smiled and didn't refuse. He only stepped half a step aside, opening a space for Claire. I froze where I stood and touched the barrette in my hair without thinking. It was the first gift he'd ever given me. I'd stood in front

My sister lied and accused me of cheating right in the middle of the college entrance exam, all to snatch my guaranteed spot in college. My results were voided, and I was banned from taking the exam for life. "I don't want her to stray from the straight and narrow…" My sister cried in front of the cameras, as if she were the victim here. Then, she took the acceptance letter from a famous college that should've been mine. She also stole my boyfriend and told everyone they were an official item. Eventually, she got her happily ever after. Meanwhile, I got into a car crash on my way to the precinct to clear my name and died a horrible death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ex

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But

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The edges were worn, the pages yellowish from time. He hesitated again. He knew it wasn’t right to read it, but something in him needed to understand her — needed to see what she felt all those years he had ignored her. He picked it up, turned to the first page, and read the date. Jan 10th, 2009 “This is a letter to my future self. I’m finally getting married to the one person I’ve ever loved — Ethan Hale. I wish he could look at me the same way I look at him.

"Do you know the best way to get over a breakup?" I brushed him off, thinking he was just drunk and talking nonsense. "What is it?" "Fall in love with someone who looks just like her." After saying that, he collapsed on the couch and passed out. Back then, I hadn’t taken a drunk man’s words seriously. But looking back now, it was the truth slipping out. I had just been the stand-in—the medicine to help Anthony heal. I fumbled through the drawer on my nightstand and pulled out a metal box. Inside were all the love letters Anthony had written to me over the years, along with tickets from trips we had taken.

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

I glance over to him quickly and he just nods telling me, "You can check anything out that you like. I'm going to make us something to eat. Enjoy yourself." I don't waste any time. I need answers. What better place to find them, than in a library? I wasn't sure where to begin, so I just grab the first book that I see. It's a yearbook for the year 2035. I nearly stumble. Huh? That doesn't seem right. It seems impossible. Like somehow I just jumped into the future.