But The Future Refused To Change Novels & Stories

I shifted forward in my seat eager to know. “My child, forgive me,” she shook her head softly and slowly, “I cannot see your future.” I squeezed my face in confusion trying to digest what she had just said, “What do you mean you cannot see my future? How is that even possible?” Ikea sighed and rested back in her seat, “It happens sometimes. Some people just find themselves in a situation that is very uncertain for them and that uncertainty changes things. It makes their future dangly because nothing is set.” “So what does it mean now? Does it mean I have no future or I die?”

“Perrin will not allow us to talk about the past, but I cannot let go of it if I cannot talk to you about it, but to rehash, could threaten my future.” I had no doubt about what “future” he referenced. Especially when his stare dropped to my stomach. That “future” definitely didn’t include me. “I know you want to hash things out, but I’m not sure why. What would talking about it change? When he is born, you are going to do exactly what you plan on doing, my wishes and hopes be damned.” He opened his mouth as if to speak and i pushed on. “No. The ‘why’ no longer matters.”

“What’s so funny?” “You are suddenly really bold, and I find it amusing. Where was that attitude before?” “Maybe I realized that I was given a raw deal, and I refuse to continue that way. My change in attitude is me waking up and looking to take back my future.” Cute. “Alayasia, dear, your future is already written. You are mine, and I will make your future whatever I want it to be. If you think you have something more coming, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Because I didn’t want my mother’s f**kin’ name anymore, that’s why.” Apparently a testy subject. “And that design he wanted on his back?” Butch said. “He told me it was a crack in his soul to let the pain escape. Pretty profound for a fifteen-year-old kid.” “You have a big mouth, Butch,” Eric grumbled. “You haven’t told her any of this stuff? No wonder she’s willing to have your name inked across her back.” “The past can’t be changed,” she said. “The future can’t be predicted. All we really have is the present. So none of that matters to me.”

Ava barely slept. She tossed and turned until the numbers on her alarm clock blurred together. Every time she drifted close to sleep, she saw it again: thick black letters pressed into cream paper, spelling out a future she didn’t want to believe. He will never wake up. By morning, the letter might as well have been carved into her bones. She dragged herself out of bed, splashed cold water on her face, and told herself she was being ridiculous. Someone was messing with her. That was all. She’d ignore it, pretend it didn’t matter.

“But it happens. And when it does, it’s for a reason.” I hesitated. I didn’t want her comfort, but I couldn’t shut the door on answers either. “You have the sight to prevent it,” she said. “As long as you do not fear your gifts and what comes with them, you can weather anything.” I walked to the door but didn’t open it. I leaned against it, voice quieter now. “Have you ever changed the future?” There was a pause. Then she said, “The future is set in stone. It’s the choices we make in the present that cement it.”

My shrill scream echoed through the room. With a sharp crack, my vision went black, and I nearly lost consciousness. “Please let me go. Tomorrow—no, I’ll leave Latia right now. I’ll disappear forever from Sam’s sight!” My voice was barely audible. The pain made my entire body spasm, and despair completely overwhelmed me. Isla let out a soft snort. “Only the dead can truly disappear. Continue!” The second finger was snapped. My whole body convulsed, cold sweat instantly soaking my clothes.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: THE FUTURE THAT MEETS US WHERE WE ARE Cassian's Pov The future stopped feeling like a horizon I had to chase. That shift didn’t come with clarity or confidence the way people usually describe it. It didn’t arrive with a plan or a decision that suddenly made everything make sense. It arrived the way most real changes do quietly, without asking permission, woven into the fabric of ordinary days until I realized I was standing somewhere different. I noticed it on a Friday evening.

“Where did you go?” “I’m sorry,” he leaned his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. “I was thinking of the past. Regretting the past.” Had it been her thoughts or his when she had been thinking of the past so wistfully? She didn’t know, couldn’t tell as they were physically so close together. “We can’t change the past,” she told him. “But we can change the future.”

"Now go, I'm tired, thanks to your dad." "What do you mean, fate?" Why wasn’t he answering me properly? He opened his eyes, and for a moment it felt like I was looking at someone who was a lot older than me. "The future isn’t set in stone… tonight you shifted it…" This boy was annoying, but his words remained in my head. Become better, the future isn’t set in stone... For some reason, I felt like I had a sliver of hope… I turned away, ready to leave the room when he called me.