Novel & Cerita Today Tomorrow And Forever

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Fully. Forever.

Tomorrow you'll be mine forever. Tomorrow I am getting married again. Everything else could wait one more day.

Yes, you can’t beat his eloquence. I took a deep breath and before I could speak further, Jaxon said, “Yeah, you are coming here tonight. If I don’t see you here by ten, I will drive to your house myself. See you soon!” “I can’t, Jaxon seriously, wait, hello? J? what?” I saw my phone, with a notification from Jaxon, ‘How about black? I’ll wear the same :)’

This was our beginning. Our forever.

Everything. Eventually people dispersed. Returned to quarters. To rest. To prepare for tomorrow. For ceremony. For celebration. Thorne and I remained. Sitting under stars. Under moon. Under everything. Just being. Just together. Just real. "Tomorrow," I said. Not question. Statement. Certainty. Anticipation. "Tomorrow," he agreed. "Tomorrow we celebrate. Tomorrow we love. Tomorrow we choose joy. Together. Always together." "Always together," I echoed. "No matter what. No matter what comes. What happens. What ends. Together. Always together."

It's also like a vet shop. I looked at Chloe and she was sighing and punching into her phone. Such desperation. I looked at the crust again but my eyes were fixed on the silver band on my finger. It sparkled in the sun and looked all so expensive. Yes, I'm married. To Miami's richest guy. Damien Rodriguez Forrest. The name Forrest is actually his grandpa's name and their generational company name. More like a heirloom. Chloe finally slammed her phone down and cursed a little in French.

Until his final day. That day, clarity returned. He gave one final instruction for his epitaph. "To the only one I have ever loved, may we meet again in the next life." What he didn't know was that, at nearly the same moment, Harper was lying in bed too. She was surrounded by the man she loved, and generations of children and grandchildren. "Grandma, do you have anything you'd like to say?" She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years.

Even though he was the kind of boy who didn’t care about love or commitment. He was just waiting for his fated mate. In the meantime, he used girls to fill the void. I wondered who his mate would be. Would he treat her differently? Would he love her? No one had ever seen Ian show genuine affection to a girl. What about me? Who was my mate? Did I betray him by letting someone else touch me? Was it wrong to feel like this for Ian? I opened my eyes and stared up at the sky through the window. And in my heart, I asked a question I never said out loud:

I let them stand together so they could have some photos together for the press to print then Fabrico takes my hand again, leading me up the stairs where all the questions came about my pregnancy but I didn't say a word. Everything is good. I never thought I'd have a happy ending to my life while I was just a mere telemarketer until I found Fabrico. At this point, I don't know who found who because no matter what we'd been through, he never gave up on me. So I can say, I have a happy ending with the perfect family and I can say I'm living the fairytale life and rocking it well as well!! .......THE END...... What??? That's the end of The Forever Plan?? Yes, it is. I'm so grateful for those of