My Future With You Novels & Stories

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

"I do love you. More than the fighting. More than the bond even." My hand reached around and played with her tit. "These tits will feed our babies one day. That thought turns me on." Valerie moaned louder. "Keep talking. I love your dirty future talk. Makes me want you more." I leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder. "Gonna fill you every night. Wake up next to you every morning." "Yes. That's what I want," she said. "No more drama. Just us building something real." I sped up just a bit. Still controlled. "Feel how deep I'm ? That's me claiming our future."

“When you accept what they did, you reclaim your future.” “What future?” I say, despair creeping back in. “I have no family. I don’t even know who I am anymore!” “Well, you do know one thing.” “And what's that?” “That you have a deal to uphold and I will definitely see you soon my dearest Aria.” He reaches down and presses a spot on my neck. I feel the darkness almost immediately.

I whispered, the words a vow, a promise to Noah, to Luca, and to the child we’d just met. And in that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that our future was bright, full of love and laughter, and that tomorrow, every tomorrow, was ours to build together.

She was my present and my future, and with her, I could finally leave the past behind. The night felt endless, but in the quiet darkness, I found a semblance of peace. I held Avery tighter, vowing to myself that I would not let the past interfere with the life we were building together. Avery was mine now, and I was determined to make sure that our future was filled with the happiness and security we both deserved.

Before that, he had carried me on his back across two blocks and vowed to stay by my side as long as we lived. I'd once believed we would be together forever. But Gianna gradually stole his tenderness and ground away his patience toward me. In the end, the very man who once fought with everything he had to protect me forgot the one thing he should never have forgotten about me. I closed my eyes, and the desperate video call from the future came to my mind again. There I was in the basement, hollow-eyed and in despair, begging myself to run. I often found myself wondering what would've happened to me if I hadn't left back then and just kept walking the path I was on.

And the way he treated the future me was unbearably cold. In their chat history, there was only message after message from me asking about him, caring about him, trying to talk to him. For four whole years, he had barely responded. I still did not understand why I had suddenly traveled ten years into the future, and I understood even less how the confident, radiant girl I used to be had become so pitiful and meek. But now that I was here, I was going to end this dead marriage with my own hands. And as for the fire that ruined me back then, I was going to uncover the truth myself and slap every single person who slandered me with the evidence.

"I love you too. Past, present, future. In any form. As myself or as the collective. Dead or alive. That's constant." "Then we face this together." "Together," I agreed. One month until we found out if we had a future together. Or if this was the beginning of the end.

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

He smiles at me. - What are you doing here ? » He gets up and walks towards me, I turns my head to check that there is no person. The street is deserted. " I wanted to see you. And I have to speak. - No, the person you need to speak, it's your future wife. - What ? What is wrong with you ? - It occurs to me that you are going to get married in a few days yes or no? » Silence. He frowns as he looks at me.