Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future Novels & Stories

The Brown Empire was coveted by many, and this led Mia to mature overnight. She stopped thinking about trivial things that had worried her until that morning. She almost laughed when she saw a message from her ex-boyfriend on her cell phone. She used to yearn for that to happen, but now it didn't matter to her anymore. She no longer wanted to be his girlfriend when she had to be another man's wife. A man who had embraced her, trying to hold her up so that she wouldn't fall. It was as if he didn't want her to suffer, but in the end, nothing mattered anymore. The past was buried, and now the future of her surname was all that mattered to her.

The phantom ache in my shoulder blade , the spot where Ethan had slammed me into the cabinet , was a constant, throbbing reminder of the terms of our relationship. Intimate one moment, disposable the next. I didn't see him for days, and the silence was worse than the pain. The silence forced me to replay the shame of the kiss and the terror of the push, all under the heavy, oppressive shadow of Mrs. Grant.

That we'd have a lifetime of moments like this. Together. Always together. For love. For each other. For the future we'd just claimed. ---

Making memories that would survive whatever came next. Afterward, we lay tangled together. Skin against skin. Hearts beating in sync. The bond humming between us. Alive. Present. Unbreakable. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” he said into the darkness. “Whatever Nightshade does. However, this ends. Know that these moments. These memories. They’re real. They’re ours. They’re forever.”

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

And now, my heart desires had been fulfilled. Our once forbidden love has now turned out to be a forever love. And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my with him and Duke being our son.

They were the ninth pair of earrings I received from him. I had an inkling of what he was going to say next. "Sienna, I need to be on a flight that's scheduled to depart in two hours. I won't be able to stay and keep you company today." Derek patted my head. I had lost count of how many times he had made these empty promises. "I promise I'll make time for you once I come back from this trip. How about that?" Derek's friends chimed in to back him up.

"Have you… found yours?" A slow shake of his head was his first answer. Then, he closed the last inch of distance between us. His warm breath ghosted across my skin as he whispered into my ear, his voice thick with an emotion that felt ancient and profound. "Not until now." Time stopped. Or perhaps it collapsed, folding every moment that had ever been and ever would be into this single, perfect point. The past, the future—they didn't matter. I had to consciously remember to draw air into my lungs.

Not demanding forever. Just honesty. “If we keep changing…” the first whispered, “…will you still try to find me inside the future versions of me?” Pain moved softly through the connection. But beneath it. tenderness. The second answered after a long silence. “Yes.” Another pause. “As long as you keep trying to find me too.” My chest tightened sharply. Because that. that was the deepest form of staying. Mutual pursuit across time. Not possession. Not guarantee. Choice renewed repeatedly despite uncertainty.