To My Future Wife Novels & Stories

I fell harder for this man. “I’ll try to be a good wife for you, Caleb but I need some time. I hope you understand. This marriage means a lot to me, it’s my second chance and I don’t want to ruin it. I know our future is beautiful and I wish to be the one to bring colours in our lives.” I said. It was the most I could speak.

"Even though I will spend your treasure later, are you still serious?" "Very serious. In fact, I always wanted to have a wife who was only at home to take care of my children and also take care of me. Why have so much money if you are always neglected." “Hmm… that sounds really fun. Then marry me now, I really can't wait to become the queen of your mansion." "Are you challenged me? All right, let's go to church now and do wedding vows in front of the pastor. Besides, I also can't wait to taste my future wife's body."

I can not have word of me mouth fucking this low life , while my future wife roams this castles. Future wife?...I question myself , shocked at how just one look of that mysterious lady and I am already considering her as my wife. Without using her words as she could not due to me choking her , she nods her head yes. I push her back with such force that she falls to the ground on her back. I recollect myself , I fix my attire and I step over her as I walk my way to the hall. I do not even look back to see her , my mind is on only one mission – FIND HER!!

"What do you expect from your future wife?" "Simple. I expect what every man does—a wife who’s good-looking, smart, and sexy, someone who can provide me with all the comforts of home. I want a cozy environment, hot meals, and a partner who keeps our marriage exciting. She should be adventurous in bed, presentable, and able to communicate well with my parents, friends, and business associates. And of course, she should be ready to start a family when we decide it’s time," Peter detailed, as if ticking off items on a list.

“Danica Philips. Life is not life without you. And if I lived a million years, none of them would compare to the one I spent with you. You are my happiness. You are love itself. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Tears threatened my eyes, as I leaned down to kiss my future husband. The End

"Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her." He sat back. "But you know everything about your wife, don't you? Let's try this. Close your eyes and imagine your future. In the next ten or fifteen years, who do you see yourself with? Who do you see as your partner?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. The future. A home. Children, maybe. Growing old. And in every image, there was only one person beside me. I opened my eyes

"Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her." He sat back. "But you know everything about your wife, don't you? Let's try this. Close your eyes and imagine your future. In the next ten or fifteen years, who do you see yourself with? Who do you see as your partner?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. The future. A home. Children, maybe. Growing old. And in every image, there was only one person beside me. I opened my eyes

she asked in a small voice. Liam pulled back a little so he could look into her eyes. "Yes. I mean every word. I have been thinking about our future. I want to build something real with you. I wish to get married to you one day. I want you to be my wife. Not because I need to own you, but because I want to share my life with you. The good days and the hard days."

"Your proposal tomorrow better be good." "It will be. Yours the day after better be better." "It will be. I'm competitive like that." I pulled him closer. "I love you." "I love you too. Future husband." "Future husband. I like that."

My future husband: So what do you think? I stared at the message longer than necessary, the words blurring slightly as I tried to decide what I actually thought. Me: I will speak to my husband about it. My future husband: I owe you, thank you. “Who is your future husband?” I nearly screamed when Alexander’s voice cut through the air behind me. “Crap! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I clutched my chest and glared at him. “What are you even doing here?”