Love And Affection By Future Novels & Stories

In the end, my hands were trembling uncontrollably, and it took all the strength I had to etch an unassuming wish onto the surface of the plaque. "If there is a next life, I wish to learn to cherish myself and live wholeheartedly for myself just once." I had been far too cowardly in this life. I spent my brief 20-odd years desperately and relentlessly pursuing love due to a childhood starved of affection. I resolved that in my next life, I would not repeat these mistakes; I would live with reckless freedom, expressing myself fully, and let my own unique brilliance shine.

"I can see you falling for someone else in five. I can see us growing apart because I'm too different, too strange, too cosmic. Why would you want to be with me knowing all of that?" "Because I also see the future where we're happy," Lyric said calmly. "You're showing me the bad ones because you're scared. But I can feel your emotions, remember? And underneath the fear, you're seeing futures where we make it work. Where we're old together. Where we figure out how to love despite the chaos." "Those futures are less probable." "I don't care about probability. I care about possibility." Lyric squeezed her hand. "I don't care if you can see our entire relationship's future. I want to live it any

This celebration would mark the end of our marriage. Jared gave me a genuine smile. Over the next few days, a sense of normalcy returned. Jared was seldom home, busy with preparations for the celebration. Not only had he booked the rooftop banquet hall, but he even arranged for the ingredients for the banquet to be transported from abroad on the day of the event. It was a day of happiness for some, and frustration for others. Regina hadn’t smiled once since Jared began preparing for the celebration. Soon, the day arrived. The majority of River City’s upper class gathered at the banquet hall. On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

"Take everything." Love is real. Future together. No more secrets. Nights wild

I giggled. I fell back into the warmth and security of his embrace while I worried once again over who the father of my child could be. I knew that I loved Marc, but I didn’t want to say it aloud until I was certain of our future together. It seemed a cruel thing to do to both of us. Marc professed his love to me freely, but for me to profess it back was in some way a sealing of our bond. I didn’t want to seal that bond if it was to be torn apart by the antiquated customs of the alien people who I’d grown to accept that I was a member of.

She was extremely happy. "Guy, you are married. Forget about her." "I must consummate the love I have for her. That's the only way I can move on." G-boy looked at Jane again. "Do you think you will ever find her?" He asked. "I know it's going to take time, but I must find her. You don't know how much I love her, do you?" Mike asked. "I know, but all love must not be consummated. She has gone for good. Get ready for your wife tonight. It is going to be a special night for the two of you," G-boy said to put a little smile on his face. Mike tightened his face more.

My future. No matter what.

Now it was their story but future will witness someone's else love story. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * The end.