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

He rasped. "Forever?" A small meek voice reached his ears and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. She was awake. There were tears in her eyes as she stared at him with expectant orbs. His eyes softened as a smile tugged on his lips. He wiped her tears away. Before sealing the pledge for eternity. "Forever." He affirmed, voice raspy. His lips landed on hers as they sealed their oath. Forever it is. *** A week passed. Which was filled with their desperate need and hunger for each other. There was not a single place in the house that he missed or where he didn't fucked her. Lounge. Kitchen. Shower. Pool. Where not?

he asked, breathing hard staring at my eyes and then to my lips. “You are my past?” I asked and he nodded. “Yes! Whatever hurt, you should always be a past, Kalpana. And the present should always keep you away from hurt.” He replied circling my waist with the other arm. “And you say I should choose my past with you not interfering, but you always do.” I pointed out unfolding my arms because of which he pulled me more not giving any space between us. “No! The choice is always yours, but I am selfish guy. So, I am trying to make you choose, but also be the only one to choose from along with keeping the promises by trusting the gut feeling.” He explained.

He wanted to give her a future that she could trust, a future that she deserved. He was a man who had never believed in forever. But in that moment, as he watched the woman he loved, a small, black box hidden away in a locked drawer, he finally understood. Forever wasn’t about a timeline. It was about a promise. It was about a feeling. It was about a moment that you held in your heart, a moment that you cherished, a moment that was a promise of a lifetime of quiet moments. And he was ready to wait. He was ready to fight. And he was ready to give her the world. He was thinking of forever.

Not in life but in impact. Not gone but transformed. Into memory. Into love. Into the foundation of who I am. That's inheritance. That's forever. That's everything.

Across all eternity. That was our certainty. Our truth. Our eternal promise. Together. Always together. Forever together. That was enough. That was everything. That was perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Through every reality. Across all time. Beyond the end of everything. Together. Always. Forever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He entered his car and left her with those words. She stood there in silence staring at his car as he drove off, she didn't know why but his words struck a cord in her heart. Almost like what she had been feeling in her former life, she had had a home but then had thrown it away just to be with him but then her love was not appreciated, and she had instead gotten a house but not a home. Should she have stopped him? That was how she drove home, in confusion. Confusion at the fact that he was drunk, confusion at the fact that he was outside at this timeline the night dressed like a hoodlum and also confused....that he seemed so lonely and depressed, something which someone like him should not

this promise felt like everything. “Forever,” I echoed softly, feeling the weight of the word settle into the space between us. “Yes,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “Forever in blood and fire. We’ve built something that can’t be broken. And no matter what comes our way, we’ll stand strong. We’ll face it. Together.”

The world around us melted away, leaving only us: bound by love, by fate, by an unbreakable promise. As we pulled apart, as he pulled out and his cock was all but a glistening white, he whispered, “Together forever, no matter what.” I nodded, resting my forehead against his. “Together forever.” And in that moment, within the pack where I was born, our pasts left behind and our futures intertwined, I knew—with absolute certainty—that the life I was meant to live was together with my second-chance mate forever. The End

But necessary. Katherine reached for the small stack of handwritten cards placed between them and took a breath. First question: “What does ‘forever’ mean to you?” She looked up at him, searching his face. Kingsley leaned back slightly, exhaled, and spoke. “It used to mean something simple. A ceremony, a house, kids. Now… after everything, forever means waking up every day and choosing you. Even if it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard. Forever is not a picture. It’s work. It’s grace. It’s never walking away when your whole body wants to run. And maybe it’s knowing that… even when I did run, in a way, I never stopped loving you. Forever is finding my way back. To you.”

Relationship between absence and presence. Forever. Always. Eternally. That was Hope's legacy. That was beautiful. That was perfect. That was exactly right. Hope rested. Hope's legacy lived. Peace endured. Forever. Always. Eternally. Perfect.