Mikey Future Novels & Stories

Mikey said as his tone becomes serious, “And I know that what I am about to say is shameless of me but right now, I am putting everything on the line. I will never be like my parents. I know that I almost did what they did and let history repeat itself but I will stop it now. I know you chose that douchebag for a reason that I don’t know yet. And it’s okay, as long as you haven’t found your Fated Mate, please, give me a chance. Because I still believe that your Fated Mate is no one else but me.” This was the first time Mikey opened this much to me. “I can’t promise anything,” I said looking away from his piercing eyes. “You don’t need to promise me anything, Little Wolf,” he said as he cup m

This was different, this was something that meant much more. Mikey threw his arm around my shoulder and knocked on the apartment door. It knocked me out of my trance. I put my hand back down and pushed his arm off my shoulder. I began to dust the nonexistent lint off my clothes and waited for that door to open. When that door opened, I was not prepared for what I saw. Moments like these are when I wish I could see the future, I thought to myself.

We are out on a team-building trip today. "Team-building?" "Basically, we came out to have some fun." Future Veronica did not reply right away. After a moment, she asked, "Is it March 20, 2025, on your side right now?" When I saw her message, I immediately switched screens and checked the date on my phone. It was indeed March 20, 2025. "Yes, that is the date," I replied. Right after I sent that, future Veronica continued, "Is the weather good today?"

I watched it all unfold, clearly catching the smugness in Gianna's eyes. I spent nights staying up, running from one stronghold to another, just to finally secure the trade route. Yet, with just a casual word, he handed my hard-earned efforts over to his childhood sweetheart. "Do whatever you want." I closed my eyes and turned away, my back facing him. A brief silence fell over the hospital room. Then, two sets of footsteps slowly faded away. With my eyes closed, that eerie video replayed in my mind once more. My future self, her face streaked with tears, was wearing a prison uniform.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

I stayed like that for a long time, with the water sliding down my body, trying not to cry. “If Rowan hadn’t rejected me… if Mikail hadn’t either…” I murmured softly. But I couldn’t stay in that dark corner of the past. Not now. The future… the future had to be different. Even if I didn’t know how. I stepped out of the shower and put on a light robe. I brushed my hair in front of the mirror while trying to push away bitter thoughts. Maybe happiness was still possible. Mikail was my future, a life together in the pack. I was sure everything would work out.

I’ve been in Moon Grove for close to a month now. I already miss being able to hold Mikey in my arms and make him laugh. The thought of him growing up makes me want to cry. I know it’s impractical and impossible, but I want him to be small and cute forever. I’m not ready to even think about him being Coit’s age and finding a mate. Thankfully, that’s still a long way off from now. “Mikey is a darling. He won’t be anything like he’s Uncle Coit,” I declare.

In this place, Michael and I were free to do whatever we wanted without other people watching us. "What are you thinking, mate?" Michael broke the silence that engulfed between us. "I'm thinking about you, thinking about us," I replied to him and I saw him trying to hide the smile on his lips. "I'm thinking about us too, mate," Michael confessed to me. "I always think about our future. What it's gonna be?" He added. "I hope we've got a bright future ahead of us," I replied to Michael and he nodded in agreement with me. "I'll make sure of that, mate. I'll do everything for you, for baby Ezekiel, and our future kids." Michael said to me and I just let out a deep breath upon hearing what he jus

“What up boy? You lied to me?” “You’re Carrick?” Jimin said, walking closer to him. “Like Carrick, the head of the Sentinels.” “I’m not yet the head,” Carrick said. “I would be soon though. Hey, you’re from the future so you know that.” “Yes,” Jimin said and squeezed him by the throat. “In the future, you became the leader of the Sentinels and you never failed to treat me like shit. But that’s not why I’m going to kill you now. I’m going to kill you because you knew all this while.”

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.