Future Stories Novels & Stories

I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call. But while waiting, I have business I'm planning to start up. I'm glad that I'm not an extravagant spender. I saved money which will help me along the way and also starting my desired business. My rainbow will be colorful again, I'm certain about that. I planned going to pack out all my things from the house before the rent expires. Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

"Are you sure you want to hear it? This is not a simple childhood story and also has a happy ending. The story of my childhood experiences is more complex than a Cinderella fairy tale or other bedtime stories, and also… this story doesn't have a happy ending at all.” "Whatever it is, I will still listen to it. After all, the story of your past will not change our future. What has become the past, will only be a memory that we should remember. While the future is something that is certain and that will be our next destiny,” he said with full confidence while looking into my eyes intensely.

Before that, he had carried me on his back across two blocks and vowed to stay by my side as long as we lived. I'd once believed we would be together forever. But Gianna gradually stole his tenderness and ground away his patience toward me. In the end, the very man who once fought with everything he had to protect me forgot the one thing he should never have forgotten about me. I closed my eyes, and the desperate video call from the future came to my mind again. There I was in the basement, hollow-eyed and in despair, begging myself to run. I often found myself wondering what would've happened to me if I hadn't left back then and just kept walking the path I was on.

The Stranger answered quietly, "No." "He simply chose for himself." The White Book resting inside the heart of the ancient tree slowly opened by itself. Its pages turned gently. Not from wind. From memory. One page after another revealed stories Adrian had never seen. A kingdom where no wars had ever been fought. A world where Thomas never discovered the Ninth Cipher. A future where Edward died protecting a child whose name history had forgotten. Every page carried another possibility. Every possibility had once been real. Adrian reached the final page.

⸻ A door opened behind him. 🚪 Inside appeared a future where the First War never happened. ⸻ Auren. Nyra. The Second Dreamer. Still together. Still happy. ❤️ ⸻ Then the door closed. ⸻ Another opened. ⸻ Inside was a future where the Void King ruled existence. 🖤 ⸻ Another future. ⸻ A future where the Dreamer never dreamed. ⸻ A future where humanity never existed. ⸻ A future where Lyra became the Keeper of Stories.

THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

Thea didn’t really want to die just because Anthony was pissed off at Ted. Thea sat down at the desk in the corner, pulling out the graphic novel she was close to finishing. A tale of a woman who discovers she has the power to see the future, the story had gotten dark and twisty with each panel that Thea drew. She’d intended this particular story to be one volume, but the story had expanded so much that Thea could see multiple volumes in the future.

Before the handsome boy took a step to stop this nonsense, Alexis had already kicked the muscular boy in his baby production machine. Wasn’t he proud of because of this? She would break this so that he could not even think about seeing girls with his lusty eyes again. The muscular boy curved down in pain. He tightly held his important part and cried in pain. “Humph! Aren’t you so proud of this thing? Now you don’t even have that, so pitiful. How can your future generation come to this world now? I feel very sorry for your future children who are stuck in your pant.” Alexis said as she was feeling really bad for his future generation.