Mikey Future Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Quietly said: - Don't think about anything. When we're together, think only of happy things. Hearing him say that, Elena was very surprised. Mikey is very gentle now, he is a lot different from before. She whispered: - I will not be fooled by your gentleness. Mikey looked up at Elena. - I fooled you? You are still my own woman. [Forever my own!] Mikey felt his chest ache. He leaned into Elena's ear and whispered: - I already own you. Remember that!

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.

Who wouldn't want their mate back? "Then you will, your resolve will be tested a great many times, but if you persevere, things will happen", the moon goddess said in her usual cryptic manner. "What's it like knowing the future?" "I don't know the future, I only have a little foresight", she winked. Myla smiled. The quirks of having a goddess as a mother. "At least now you'll heed and eat", Celia said, looking at Myla with the same piteous look Zack had given her before.

“For Mia.” Aiden grinned thinking about his future.

But it was a close call. “I really can’t wait for the moment I stand at the end of the aisle,” Mike said suddenly, his voice lower now, more serious. “Watching you walk toward me with your dad’s fingers intertwined with yours, knowing you are choosing to be with me forever. With everyone watching. Parents, friends. You in your dress, me trying not to cry. It was the only future I have ever wanted. Ending up with the girl I send letters to.” My throat tightened. I looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Mike…”

Just love. Just the next generation dreaming of half-pipes and lightning. The future’s in good hands. Ours.