My Future With You Novels & Stories

“I just need you to trust that I know what I’m doing. Even when it doesn’t look like it.” I looked at him for a moment. The lamplight from the window fell across half his face and left the rest in shadow. “Do you think…” I took a breath, trying to hold the words back, but the alcohol was loosening my tongue and they slipped out before I could stop them. “Do you think there could be a future for us?” Callum looked at the floor again and said nothing. My chest cracked open. “Thank you for helping me tonight,” I said..

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But

She laughed, "what? I want to know if the future is looking out for me. You might be my future wife. So I wanna know if I'll be well fed." I rolled my eyes, "you got big dreams Layla... and that shit will never happen.." She pushed me off slightly, "never say never my friend."

But would he want to marry me and probably have kids? Would he want a future like that? Right now, I don't know the answer. I can't predict my future with Logan. I have to wait and see. "I'll be straightforward, I love Logan and want to be with him. But I can't forecast my future with him." I said to her and sighed. "It's a story that won't have an ending until I finish it." It made Lily smile. "Okay, you poetic justice. I'll wait till the story ends."

I'm the heiress of the Claremont family. Damon Johnson and I had a deal—we'd go to Oakwood High together. But the second my acceptance letter arrived, he and the rest of the guys in our class knocked me out cold. Why? Because Sophia Miller, the school's little princess, said she'd never seen a real mummy before. When I came to, I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, strung up at the front gate of the school. Students passed by—laughing, filming, some even spitting in my direction. I hung there for two full hours, on display for everyone. Finally, Damon showed up. Grinning, he untied the rope. "Sophia said she wanted to see a live mummy. It was just a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? W

At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self. The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car. At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me. But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me. She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.

I muttered, drawing circles on his chest with my fingertip. “You don't even know me fully! What I do, what I plan, what is my goal, nothing. How can you even see our future, when I don't know my own future!?” I said, looking up into his eyes. “I know you, and the things I don't know about you, I will wait for you to tell me your own. But I can see our future together. Both of us together.” Aaron says. His hand slowly trails down between my neck and shoulder, his fingers dance on my neck gently, as I yawn in sleepiness.

I said. “That's all in the past now, we can only look forward to the future from now on and I want a future with you in it.” Zayn said. I tried to stop it but I ended up blushing as hard as I could. I’ve always wanted this to happen and now that it finally was—for the second time, I didn’t know if I should feel elated or wary about the future so I ended up deciding not to do anything, it was better that way.

“What's up with you?” “What's up with me?” He relaxed his back against the chair and let out. “I'm so glad to see you, Amy. That's all I can say.” He sat up now and continued. “I know it makes no sense but I'm in love with you, although I thought all of these weren't going to be real or something. I can't help but think about the future we have.” Future we have. If only that were a real thing.

And from the first moment we would meet, we would be holding onto each other and would not let go. In the future, the two of us would hold hands, touch, and kiss. We would fight the enemy together and make love when we could. We would be holding each other the way we could not in this lifetime. I wanted to tell him everything. But my words did not go out of my lips and only a smile appeared in my lips. "Our future... … it will be filled with happiness and joy,” I merely told him.