To My Future Wife Novels & Stories

My final step toward the future I wanted to build. Then I looked at Madeline. My wife. My partner in everything. My entire future. The woman I would build not just a life with, but a legacy. And I smiled, a deep, steady peace settling into my chest. "More ready than ever."

Jason: “Bella Quinn Reed is not a rumor. She is my partner. My anchor. My future. And together, we’ve decided to expedite our wedding plans.” (Pausing, letting the words sink in.) “We’ll be married in a private ceremony next month.” Gasps shot through the crowd. A dozen flashes erupted like lightning. Reporter 2: “Wait—are you confirming—” Jason: “I am confirming more than that. Bella and I have endured lies, attacks, and a thousand attempts to tear us apart. We’ve stood against it all, and now we’re standing here before you to say this: our love is not a headline. It’s not for sale. And it’s not breakable.”

she’ll respond, my heart filled with utmost joy as I get up on my feet, kissing my wife-to-be, staring deep into her eyes, as I see our future together: our kids, our life, everything. “But what if she says no? What if she’s not ready?” Dannis asked, bringing me back to reality. I turned to stare at him, my eyes locked on his…

I sensed that it was not only about plain friendship, and I wanted to make it clear from the beginning. "Because, Red, I want our friendship to develop into something special soon." I got taken aback at what he said. It was such an odd request. It seemed he was sure that he would still like me in the future. "What if you won't like me anymore as your special friend in the future?" "It won't happen, I assure you. If only it wouldn't be shocking on your part, I would have proposed marriage directly." "What?!" "Yes, Red. I'm serious. I want you to be my wife in the future."

She gave me a go ahead look, I exhaled and continued. "Whoever that is will be my future wife," I concluded. She tried to process what I just said when she kept a puzzled look on. "So what are you trying to say?" She asked after a while. "What am trying to say is that if I have sex with another person then I won't have to marry Sharon anymore and seeing that you're the one I want to be with..." I paused and grabbed hold of her hand. "So...." I was about to continue but she cut me off.

day you invited me to have dinner with your friend Ryle but I don't want to admit it yet to myself coz I'm still afraid to repeat my past, I'm so scared that this time there's no turning back for me. I flew back to NY the next day to think about everything and to clear my mind when you said you were going on vacation. When I'm in NY I tried but I couldn't stop thinking about you, your smile, your sweet voice, you always dominate my thoughts. I'm very miserable to the point I felt like I'm going crazy. All I wanted at that time is to see you and be with you. That time I give in and admitted to myself that you're the one, I'm willing to take all the risks to pursue you. The day you said yes t

she whimpers like a kid beside him. Hug her shoulder, he said, "I miss you too, however, my work still not finish yet. Once I done with my work, I promise you, I will take you and our family live somewhere far away. Somewhere that you like. You used to say to me that you want to live on an island right?" "Ehh..honey..you still remember??" she winks her eyes. "Of course I remember. You're my wife. Let's have a good life in the future okay?"

I may know a bit, but I think I still need to have a lot of practice. Though, I don't think I need to enhance my cooking skills anymore like Dad said. How would I cook my future husband anyway? Although the future between me and Carter is still unsure, every time I hear the word 'husband', he is the one I always remember. When I daydream often, I imagine myself with him in our own home, having a life with him, a complete family that I really want to have. That's why I think I don't need to struggle in learning to cook anymore since my husband won't be going to eat anything like human food.

“Then you told me to wait while you took your makeup off.” “And you followed my request?” “Why not? I would do anything my future wife wanted.” “Future wife? What are you saying?” “I’m saying that I knew during our date that you were the woman I would marry.” “Are you just staying that to make it more romantic?” “No. I deeply hated women before we met.” “How so.” “Let’s just say, not all women are as shallow and opportunistic as I thought.” “Did you think that of me?” “Let’s not talk about the past. I love you and that is enough.”

"Before my birthday-" "Which is in about two months now?" Cora enunciates, reminding me of my own birthday like I was dumb or so. "Yes. Two months-" "This December 30th?" "Yes Cora, shut up." "How will you do that?" Lola asks. "The first guy I lay my hands on, will not be going anywhere." I was about to continue before cora cuts in again. "Meaning?" "Meaning, my next boyfriend will be my future husband." I instantly recited what I said in my head, then corrects a slight error. "Husband, not future husband." A content smile works up to my face after realising my point has been made.