Dear Future Me Book Novels & Stories

And no matter what the future held in store, I would face it head-on. With Octavia by my side. +++ END OF BOOK ONE

Aaron smile looking at the flame of memories he once used to cherish the most. And now seeing the burning pictures making him oddly satisfied and calm he has ever felt. Because it took all his emotions with them, burned his pant up pain with themselves. No more past life anymore－now it's time to finally move on and actually starts living. "My readers , do you want them to be together , yes or no, i will change future chapters according to your answer"

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

I picked it up, frowning when I recognised Grandma Amelia’s cursive writing. But what made my heart race was the words upon it: ‘To my dearest Liam’ I placed the book down and ripped the envelope open. What the hell was this? And why was it hidden? It was clear that it had been written and sealed many years ago. There were two things inside: one was a small square of paper with the words written by Grandma Amelia. ‘The future is still undecided; you are in control of your destiny.’ But it was the second item that was making my heart beat even faster.

“That’s the point, Ava. The Queen convinced you that ordinary love wasn’t enough. But maybe ordinary love is the bravest, most revolutionary thing you can choose. It’s not about filling a hole. It’s about building something together that doesn’t need to be filled by excess.” Her words stayed with me for days, like seeds planted in soil I had long thought barren. The real breakthrough came during a new experimental therapy session Dr. Voss had introduced — “Future Self Visualization.” We were asked to write letters from our future selves, ten years ahead, describing the life we had built. I wrote mine with trembling hands, the words flowing faster than I could control. "Dear Past Ava, It’s be

"And what exactly are we to each other in said future?" Please, pretty girl, tell me you're my wife. I've spent a few minutes in your presence, and I'm already sold. If every human woman I've met in the past had been as charming and confident as this one, perhaps I shouldn't have eaten them. "We are-..." Her eyebrows furrow, and her smile falter. I think I've made her think of something unpleasant. When she talks again, her eyes seem to shelter secrets. "You're my best friend, and I come from the future to prevent you from making the same mistake twice."

My mother makes three million dollars a month overseas, yet my monthly allowance is only ten dollars. When my father confronts her about it, they nearly get a divorce. My brother, Peter Thorne, takes pity on me and secretly gives me some money. However, he is punished for his actions. Hence, every time I get so hungry that my stomach feels like it's digesting itself, sheer resentment wells in me toward my mother. I hate her for being so ruthless and cruel, for giving birth to me yet being unwilling to take care of me. And then, one day, I receive a video call from myself ten years into the future. I eagerly ask, "How is life for me ten years from now? Did I finally cut off all ties with

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

I'm willing to take a chance with you Aaron. Hope you save my heart from a break up! Or will you be the reason for my heart to shatter? It's either first or latter. Don't worry Isabella. Everything will be fine. It always has. The future is unpredictable. That's why everyone visualize their future with fiction than reality. Let my husband be the prince for me in my future. With that I fell into deep sleep! *****

At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self. The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car. At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me. But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me. She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.