To My Future Wife Novels & Stories

she whispered. Colton laughed. "Someone honestly can't wait to be my wife" Mia blushed. "I'm really honored that you chose me, Colt. Even thinking about being your wife sends chills down my spine." "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean the title in the literal sense but the fact that I get to have someone as amazing as you for a life partner. I really look forward to all the beautiful things that our future holds for us. And yes, I can't wait to be your one and only, Mia Royal."

This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done, but I've never felt so sure about anything in my life. By this time tomorrow, or roughly some time in the next twenty four hours, Elsie is going to be my wife and I can't fucking wait!

he said, trying to joke so I wouldn't get too nervous. "Well, come on, my future husband," I replied, my voice shaking.

{ Theodore } The month to our wedding goes by too slow and too fast at the same time, but before I know it, the day is here. Tomorrow, I will make Nukea my wife in front of everyone. And then I will finally get to mark her delicious neck and taste her blood for the first time. Then everything else will fall into place on its own. We will make Beau and Knox our sons legally and maybe we'll start talking about having out own baby. And then we'll have our happily ever after. Or at least that's my plan.

My groom, my husband. I shall be a good wife to him and a great mother to the children I will bear him. I hope our family will be as this family, and as fortunate with a happy life as mother and father, and children that would bring joy as much as I, Beth and Eric have brought Mother and Father. A loving family, one that I shall create. Am I already living in the future we shall build together?! I suppose I am. It is how happy the very thought makes me. I should go now. My groom awaits! My future awaits!!'

I panted eagerly, kneading his shoulders, chest, and neck. “She’s my wife, Karen” he whispers possessively. “This is our future!” Get out of the haze of pleasure, feeling fear for this future.

DEAR Future Husband, I've always want to do this, to write to you even though it might never get to you. To tell you about myself and how I want to be loved by you. How I will care for and love you. How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance. I want to tell you every little detail about myself including how I grew up. Dear future husband, I don't think we've ever met before but if we have, it's all good. I'll share with you my all. I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes.

I looked at Christian in horror "What are you doing here?" I asked in horror, he waved to my employee causing them to squealed "I miss my future-wife, is that a crime?" My eyes widen and I took his arm and dragged him to my meeting room "What did you just say?" I asked "Future wife" He said slowly making me piss "Future wife? What are you nuts?" I bursted and put my hands on my waist "You asked me to marry you" He smirked "When? You crazy idiot"

Tomorrow I would conquer the mystery of the compact. I gave myself one last look in the mirror. I stood up, straightening my back and held my chin higher. The closer I got to the door, the louder the whispering of voices got. Everyone outside this door was waiting on me. I would leave here and walk down the aisle to my future husband, cementing my family’s future within the Accord. I was ready, either for a happy marriage or my doom.

He looks so sexy spread underneath me, entirely open to me exploring him with my hands. A smile breaks over my lips. "I love you so much." Nathan's eyes are gentle. "I love you too," he whispers. "Always, and more than anything... I can't wait to make you my wife." His words make little doves flutter their wings in my stomach. I love this man so much. Almost too much. I might not know what my future holds; perhaps I will become a tattoo apprentice after the pregnancy, or maybe I will do something else?