Futuro Esposo Novels & Stories

Ignazio's only son and heir. Dominico. My future husband. We'll get married here in Italy. Somewhere private and romantic. Someday. Then we'll buy a house. Have cute babies. Raise our kids in a peaceful town and make thousands of beautiful memories together... Dominico Tomassini is going to be my knight in shining armor. My Prince Charming. My soon-to-be happily ever after... He just doesn't know it yet. • • • The universe seems to enjoy testing my conviction about staying in this country. Dunno why, but, it probably has something to do with my recent career choices.

The technology in this time is so advanced that you will not be able to imagine it even in your wildest dreams. The airports do not exist anymore. Instead there are spaceports. People travel from one planet to another planet, one galaxy to another galaxy for vacation, marriage ceremonies, birthdays etc. Each spaceport has upto 300 rockets and space shuttles. All the cars are now aircars. People do not need aeroplanes and trains anymore. They are just kept as models in the museum to help the upcoming generations to see these 'vintage' machines.

"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

Jennifer asked "Do I look like I want to wait thirty minutes or an hour for him to help me?" "No,not really" Jennifer replied "Exactly! Besides,how do you expect to be married if you're not going to feel like cooking all the time?" Sophia asked "Who said that I was getting married at this moment?" Jennifer asked "But you do wanna get married in the future,right?" Sophia asked as Jennifer shrugged her shoulders "I don't know,I'm not thinking about marriage right now" Jennifer replied. "Are you thinking about getting married in the future?" She asked "It haven't crossed my mind but I'm pretty sure that I'll want to get married in the future" Sophia replied

This are the Qualification List for my Future Husband Dear Future Husband, I know you will able to passed all of the qualification test I prepared for you. Before our wedding, I will show you this list. Be proud of yourself because you passed all of this. And if you accidentally see this you must marry me as soon as possible. You must remember that. I wish, we meet soon my future husband. Number 1 You must be a God Fearing. Rule: You must bring me to church every celebration of special occasions. And if possible I really wanted a man who I met personally in church. I want a man that God introduce to me.

He just called off a marriage yesterday and he is thinking about marrying me already? Sure. We said that we wanted to spend our lives together. But I always thought that we would live together for a couple of years first and then get married in our late twenties. But Eason makes it sound like he is going to fly to Miami tomorrow and the marriage ceremony is next month! Christ. Is this happening too fast? “H—Hold on a second.” I shake my head. “Nobody is getting married. I haven’t even graduated yet. And gods know if I will be able to get a job. We can’t get married like that.”

"This prenuptial agreement—signed from the very beginning—has only one pair of names. Mine... and Robert's." Mark stared at the signatures like he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes bulged. "This... this is impossible! You love me! You spent years trying to marry me—groveling to everyone around me, delaying your company's IPO just to wait for me. You've always wanted to be my wife! How could you possibly not want me?" His shaking finger pointed at Robert's masked face. "He's disfigured! Hideous! How is someone like him even worthy of you?"

"So, you want to try some stimulation before meeting your future fiancé?" Referring to this phrase "future fiancé", Primrose felt even more disinterested. She had spent more than twenty years living a peaceful and happy life. Suddenly, in peace, an uninvited person appeared with the name "future fiancé". Needless to say, Primrose hated this bondage. Never met, never fell in love. How can you get married in the future? Where did her parents get the confidence to make sure that she and he could live in harmony? "Yeah, I wanted to let go of a kiss before meeting that damn stranger."

So I focused on my espresso and sat next to him, waiting. Finally, he rubbed his reddened eyes. — I don't know if I can do that. I'm so tired of lying and pretending, of hurting. And it will only get worse. He's not even in the same city. He'll forget about me and I'm stuck here, marrying a woman I don't give a shit about. The misery in his voice sounded more than theoretical. — Did Fausto choose someone? - Not yet. He plans to bring the candidates here when things calm down.

Stacy had sought solace and understanding in Rita's company, hoping to find some clarity amidst the confusion that clouded her mind. "Nathan is slowly drifting apart from me, Rita," Stacy began, her voice laced with frustration and sadness. "He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore."