Futuro Novels & Stories

his future. For now. The game isn’t over.

See you later mom Love you. Please be careful I don't want anything to happen to you my Mom said while pecking my forehead. Aww I'm not a child mom I will be sixteen in three months time I said while cleaning my forehead. You will always be a child to me... Be careful!!!! I heard before zooming off

I promised her that I wasn’t going to tell you anything, but trust me its something very big that demands that you come back to the country. “Okay I will work something out”

Only if you think, and he thinks I am capable or worth it. I honestly don't know if my parents will approve of us or not. Since, I was all straight and was never serious. I will talk to them when they are free to have a long talk. But yes, I will fight for us. This is something I can say for sure". He fell quiet. Everyone was looking at him with expressionless faces. "He might need to join some foreign company for work". "I will wait sir. I would need time to do my speciality too sir. And I hope he will wait for me too. I am sure by then we would have each other to return to. Something they call A Home to Return right sir?

Sasha steps back. “Tomorrow.” James nods. And she’s tugging at my sleeve again, this time back where we came from. December 15th, 2012 Almost midnight The room goes silent for a moment. A sweaty, bare chest rocks up into the back of my neck. Someone stomps on my toe. But we’re waiting. At least, I am. The room goes dark. In an instant, the evil pop roars back in full force and the whole sea of mangled, sweaty dancers swell with its sound. Leaping into the air. I join, only a moment or two out of time. The world seems to be moving a little faster than I am. Or my brain is moving a little slower. I think I’m drunk.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

“Okay apparently some babies do start tiny movements around this time.” She looked up excitedly. “Not proper football kicks yet, but like little flutters.” Hazel instinctively looked down at her stomach with wonder. “Really?” Ema nodded enthusiastically before grinning. “Oh my God…” She pointed dramatically at Hazel’s bump. “There’s a whole tiny person in there probably rolling around right now.” Hazel smiled shyly, gently rubbing her stomach. Ema’s expression softened watching her. “You look so happy when you do that.” Hazel looked up. “Do what?”

I cleared my throat “Well, two days ago I thought we had time. I did not know that we had no time left” He was grumpy “It seems as if you read my mind. I have never believed that we have time at all. I think that the more we keep wasting time the more our enemies are likely to find out about our plans, and that will not be good. I want to come over to this pack and reveal myself to my sister. I need to do it as soon as possible, there's nothing I'm doing back home and I hate getting stuck in that hotel. I want to be the Luna Jared. I want us to rule over this pack. I want to be crowned a queen, you know. I want to be the one who discards my sister's corpse and bury her next to her mother's g

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.