Future Husband Novels & Stories

“I don’t see why you bring him to this conversation again. “ “ Oh, no reason, “ he says, lightly. “I just heard he is getting married. “ I had to see this coming. I was sure he would use this. “I don’t see the connection. “ “So you haven't slept with my brother. “ “I said, “ I hiss, trying to keep my voice calm, “I don’t see the connection. I'm leaving you, Conor. None of this has anything to do with Dominic. “ “And his future wife?” He lifts an eyebrow. “What will she think about any of this, especially now that she’s pregnant? “ If earlier I wanted the earth to swallow me whole, now I am ready to dig the hole myself. “She is… pregnant. “ I whisper, the sinking feeling growing. “Or so I hea

Cassidy complained awkwardly. “It’s not. If you don’t eat it, it’ll go to waste,” Sophie reasoned. Cassidy smiled and continued eating. Meanwhile, Sophie stopped eating but stayed to accompany him, making sure he wouldn’t go back to the study. Cassidy felt that his wife’s attitude had changed lately. She had always been kind and rarely complained. Even though he had married her under pressure because of Angelica’s persuasion, he hadn’t expected that Sophie wasn’t a bad woman, as Angelica had described.

WINTER'S POV We can hope for our future, but we don't know what God has stored for us. Same is in my case. I always dreamed of a full of love marriage with a lot of love and happiness. Then have a lot of babies. I have always dreamed that my future husband will support and help me in fulfilling my dream of being an author, but here the person sitting beside me, my so dear husband is worthless. I can't even expect such a thing from him.2

"You know I can read your mind right?" He sighs. "I know." He says playing with my fingers. "My nonhuman girlfriend." "You mean your nonhuman fiancee." I correct him. "And very soon you won't be able to call me that because I will be your wife." "My wife." He says as if testing out the word. "Marriage is forever you know." "I know and ours will be no different. It will be forever." I promise him. "We will get dogs and cats and kids and live happily ever after." I tell him, only half jokingly.

"Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her." He sat back. "But you know everything about your wife, don't you? Let's try this. Close your eyes and imagine your future. In the next ten or fifteen years, who do you see yourself with? Who do you see as your partner?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. The future. A home. Children, maybe. Growing old. And in every image, there was only one person beside me. I opened my eyes

"Everyone, I would like to thank all of you for attending my Uncle's birthday. My name is Cindy and I am the future wife of the man standing next to me. I come from a wealthy family and I would like to share that I am beyond excited to be married to someone I love so much. So as the future Luna of the pack, I am going to do my best to support my husband whom I adore and love so much. Also, I have a lot of future projects for you as well. After all, we all want to have a better future and for me, I am going to do my best to help however I can. That's all, thank you so much." Everyone cheers and then my father suddenly speaks up again. "There is one thing you have to do... both of you..."

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the