Future Last Breath Novels & Stories

I took two ragged steps back, clutching my aching ribs, my chest heaving as I stared down at her. "Physics," I rasped through bloody lips, coughing softly. "Force and balance." Susan pushed herself off the ground slowly, spitting a mouthful of sand onto the floor. Her dark hair was wildly disheveled, her pristine uniform covered in dust. But it wasn't just anger in her face; it was complete, unhinged, murderous humiliation. "You... pathetic... worm!" Susan growled, her voice dropping an octave into a guttural, terrifying unnatural tone. She was shifting..

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

’ Suddenly, the muffled sound of a door being violently thrown open echoed through the line. Kaelen’s heart forcefully skipped a beat, his hands tightening instinctively around the steering wheel. “Matt! What on earth happened over there? Answer me!” However, the one who responded to him was not Matt. “Where are you?” Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Kaelen’s face shifted drastically. “What’s wrong?” After a momentary stillness, Scarlett spoke, her words cutting through the air with agonizing slowness. “Your Luna, Iris, and the pup in her womb are both dead.”

She choked, unable to get the words out. "It's all in the past," I interrupted calmly. She lifted her head. In her bloodshot eyes, the faint glimmer of hope–the desperate longing for redemption–finally went out. "The story between you and me," I said, looking out the window, "ended last winter, along with the child who never had the chance to be born." I stood up, making it clear the visit was over. She did not move. After a long while, as if gathering the last of her strength, she slowly rose to her feet, her steps unsteady.

to push back the boundaries of the "All." "It’s the 'Last-Breath' of the 'Nothing'," Lucas’s roar echoed through the collapsing dimensions. "It wants to 'Close-the-Book,' but we are 'Writing-Faster' than it can 'Read'! We are 'Inflating' the 'Story' into 'Infinity'!"

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

"We forced two pounds of live scorpions down the father's throat. After we stitched his mouth shut, the scorpions tore out of his chest. He didn't make it." Margaret just nodded. "We can't do anything with the poisoned corpse. Toss it into the pit and burn it." Pain tore through my chest. On the way here, my family had beaten and humiliated me nonstop. I hated them for it. I had even wished for their punishment when the pain was unbearable. But I had never imagined it would end like this. "Mom…" I forced out, my voice weak. Neil's eyes lit up. He shouted toward the door, "Honey, get in here! Mia called for you!"