Future Tom Novels & Stories

"I know. The fact that she gave you these photos means she's gotten over it. Still, I'm jealous. I want what she had too! A photo every year! You have to make it up to me! All 17 of them!" I chuckled in amusement. "You can be such a kid sometimes. How about I double it? What do you think?" That night, the time capsule video I'd taken at Harland's gates had new footage added to it. It came from a decade in the future. "Seamus, you'll get into Harland, and you'll find your best friend there. You'll find friends who will still gather for holidays even after more than a decade down the line. You'll find someone you'll spend the rest of your life with.

Because my life never lets me. I was halfway done when Sebastian strolled in, casual as always. "Whoa! Someone’s eager to leave tomorrow," he said, flopping onto the bed like a cat. I didn’t respond. My silence must’ve tipped him off. “You know we have time, right? We’re not leaving until tomorrow evening.” Still no response. I gave him a side glance. He sat up, staring at me. "Wait...you’re leaving tonight?" I nodded. "And why can't you just wait till tomorrow so we can all leave together?"

They even needed to pick out suits for the groomsmen and dresses for the bridal party. I frowned immediately, and Catherine caught it. She crossed her arms and shot me an impatient look. "Bella Brown, are you that unwilling to do a little work?" Every time she was upset, she'd call me by my full name. In the past, I'd always swallowed it, telling myself she was my younger sister. But this time, I didn't feel like giving in. I answered flatly, "I have work tomorrow. I don't have time." It was an excuse, but also the truth.

He takes a moment to chew before he sighs, “Now, why you are here.” I perk up and pay close attention now. “The Fates have sent me a message that involves your future. Now, while I’m not allowed to tell you the specifics, I want you to know your life is going to be pretty chaotic and stressful for a while, but we made you to handle situations like this. Admittedly, this lifetime is more challenging than most for you and for that, I apologize, but some things are out of even my control. Ultimately, you are going to have decisions to make about the people you love,” he looks at me with a friendly affection, “Not everyone will agree with your decisions. It will be up to you to trust your heart

I blurted out, unable to watch Axel looking miserable on the ground. "What did you say?" Axel's demanded "Where did you say you came from?" "Believe me when I say there will be a great war that will destroy both the witches and Lycan's clan," Axel announced to him. "What?" Axel's father looked shocked. He stood a step backwards, and just then, a pregnant woman and another woman walked towards us. "What's going on here, Gregory?" The pregnant woman questioned Axel's father. Gregory, Axel's father, said nothing and pointed towards Axel. "I..." He stuttered and threw his hands up. "He said he is Lancelot and that he came from the future," Axel explained.

I cleared my throat “Well, two days ago I thought we had time. I did not know that we had no time left” He was grumpy “It seems as if you read my mind. I have never believed that we have time at all. I think that the more we keep wasting time the more our enemies are likely to find out about our plans, and that will not be good. I want to come over to this pack and reveal myself to my sister. I need to do it as soon as possible, there's nothing I'm doing back home and I hate getting stuck in that hotel. I want to be the Luna Jared. I want us to rule over this pack. I want to be crowned a queen, you know. I want to be the one who discards my sister's corpse and bury her next to her mother's g

he said. But later, when Meredith learned that I'd chosen to marry Landon, she blatantly mocked me. "I heard the zombies are so far gone that they're about to get kicked out of the Otherkin Alliance, Annabelle. They can't even feed themselves. Let's hope you don't starve to death before even getting pregnant! "Things are the opposite with the Whitefang pack. I heard they're so wealthy that they can afford to add precious herbs even when taking baths. Well, if you're willing to grovel at my feet and beg me, I'll consider giving you some of my leftovers."

"That sounds nice. Where are you going?" "We're thinking Greece," Tom said, his eyes locking onto Mum's. "Island hopping. Relaxing. No phones. No business. Just the two of us." My stomach started to tighten. "Congratulations," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "You deserve it, Mum." Tom cleared his throat. "There's something else." He glanced at Mum. She gave him a small nod. "We're leaving tomorrow," Tom announced. I stared at him. "Tomorrow?"

The ER has been short-staffed lately, and you'll cover there for a few days. I looked out the window at the darkening sky and allowed myself a faint smile. "Understood. I'll report tomorrow." After hanging up, I walked to the minibar and poured myself a glass of red wine. Elliot's immune system had already been completely destroyed. At most, he would survive until tonight before going into shock. Jeannie was about to experience the most desperate moment of her life. "Cheers." I raised my wine glass toward my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.