Future Tom Novels & Stories

“Useless. I need to see the future and not the past.” “Don’t even think about it,” Greg told her as they stepped out into the car park. “Mmm,” she grimaced at him but did not push the subject as just then, her hand brushed over the top of a bollard and she saw the field of white tents that had been there with the Van Helsings. “Past,” she dismissed the vision irritably. “I need to see the future.” “You can keep complaining about it,” Tom said slightly smugly. “But we don’t control your power, nor you, apparently.”

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive.

My mother makes three million dollars a month overseas, yet my monthly allowance is only ten dollars. When my father confronts her about it, they nearly get a divorce. My brother, Peter Thorne, takes pity on me and secretly gives me some money. However, he is punished for his actions. Hence, every time I get so hungry that my stomach feels like it's digesting itself, sheer resentment wells in me toward my mother. I hate her for being so ruthless and cruel, for giving birth to me yet being unwilling to take care of me. And then, one day, I receive a video call from myself ten years into the future. I eagerly ask, "How is life for me ten years from now? Did I finally cut off all ties with

She warned him angrily. "Woah woah woah! Calm down... your dirty little mind is thinking all wrong." He commented and she gasped shocked at his words and she flushed again at his words. "What your pure mind is suggesting?" She asked curtly. "After your match tomorrow, let's have a party." He said smoothly and she just blinked. How in the world he knows she has a match tomorrow. But again he has his resources like the great Ava and Caleb. And this partying thing sounds cool but at the same time crazy because her father would never allow it.

“Oh, by the way, just to remind you we have a big presentation tomorrow for the hotel owner. I want to buy his hotel. I have great plans for that hotel, and I am very excited, so we have to make sure that the presentation is well done, so be prepared” “Which hotel are you talking about? She asked. “It’s a small family-owned hotel in Spain, I was planning to make it as a resort. But I was thinking of making it like a themed resort, something different, something that no one has ever seen before. This is my first project for Parc group so I want to make sure that this goes well, Can I count on you? 26.

Simple yet tasking. Jeremy Cooper Finding out his mate is a thirteen year old isn’t exactly what he was imaging but he had to make it work because the Moon Goddess is never wrong. Reuben Anderson A thirteen year old who is too mature and good willed for his age. He wasn’t meant to find his mate but he somehow did and has to live with it.

The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine. “Where did you come from?” Seth asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been here, waiting for you,” the future Seth said, his voice hoarse. “You’re me from the past. I’m the future that awaits you if you don’t stop looking for Tamera.” Seth stood frozen, the words sinking in. His heart skipped a beat as the future Seth turned slowly, showing him the wreckage. It was as if the destruction of the world itself had become his future, the very land they stood on a testament to failure.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

Next to it sat a crumpled proposal draft, detailing the plan for the seaside proposal from years ago. At the end, a line was added in crooked handwriting, "If Emilia says yes, take her to Frostlandia next year to see the northern lights. She has already brought it up three times." I closed the box and handed it back to Giorgio. "Donate it to a charity auction on my behalf. The proceeds could buy three months' worth of antibiotics." Giorgio looked at me, wanting to say something. But in the end, he merely nodded and left.

I don't know how Felix found out, but on the fifth day, Lacey deleted all those posts from her feed. Then I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. [Why won't you let go?] As if I were the one refusing to let go. I smiled helplessly, but I also knew it was time to have a proper ending with Felix. I sent him a message, seriously asking if we could sit down and talk. He replied several hours later. [I have a business trip these next few days. We'll talk when I'm back, sweetheart!]