I See The Future Novels & Stories

“I feel so helpless knowing you are doing all the work while I sleep and hope to have a useful dream.” “Stop that,” he scolded, pulling me back into bed. “Who in this kingdom knows the future?” He asked and I shrugged. “I can ask Mother Crystal but –“ He cut me off. “You. You are the one who sees both the past and the future. Even the present. Without you, I would be in the dark about my brother’s death and about the future Hawke is gearing towards.” He grabbed my chin when I tried to look away. “You are the only reason I know what to prepare for so even if you do not have any more dreams about the future, you have still been the biggest help to me, alright?”

I just saw what terrible Fate Destiny had in store for me. "It's okay babe"Mica said softly.i reached out and pulled her into a hug."it's alright. you just had another dream, you are okay now" she rubbed the back of my head for a moment as my breathing began to slow down. "No it wasn't a dream Mica,I saw it,l... I saw the future again Mica. it was terrible, l... I don't, l... I don't kn.."I couldn't stop myself from crying or shaking as I spoke,my voice tremble when I tried explaining what I saw in the nightmare that might turn out to be my future.

I held his hands back to my bre*st, and begged him excessively before he went on with the massage. His laughter is destructive! Mr. Jack tossed me on the bed and expected me to close my eyes. Why do I have to close my eyes? This doubt won't leave my head, if I am going to die at least I need to see what will kill me so I can rest peacefully in the otherworld. I gave him the look in my eyes, only I can choose what to do with it. Mr. Jack smiled, stood up from the bed, and went to the cabinet standpoint, paused a bit before opening the closet. He pulled out some stuff that looked unusual to me.

Then she looked at Isabella. “What exactly did it show you?” “A ruined city.” Her answer came immediately. “The same city.” Adrian’s expression darkened. “The future version.” I frowned. “The future?” He nodded. “The city she usually sees still exists.” A pause. “The ruined one doesn’t.” The implication hit the room instantly. The vision hadn’t been a memory. It had been a warning. A possible future. My stomach tightened. I hated prophecies. I hated visions. I hated anything involving destiny.

Both of his eyes widened so much that I could see the rows of blood vessels in his eyes. "Tell me. How do you know his name?" the fake Cassian asked again. And I had started to find his weakness here. "I know after seeing the future," I said, adding a touch of falsehood. "If you are the real Cassian, then you know that I can see the future. In the future I saw, you and I will kill an Alpha named Dorian Phoenix."

I'm the heiress of the Claremont family. Damon Johnson and I had a deal—we'd go to Oakwood High together. But the second my acceptance letter arrived, he and the rest of the guys in our class knocked me out cold. Why? Because Sophia Miller, the school's little princess, said she'd never seen a real mummy before. When I came to, I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, strung up at the front gate of the school. Students passed by—laughing, filming, some even spitting in my direction. I hung there for two full hours, on display for everyone. Finally, Damon showed up. Grinning, he untied the rope. "Sophia said she wanted to see a live mummy. It was just a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? W

“I imagine you’ve come to ask about your beloved Scarlett’s whereabouts.” “I have.” For once, his abilities felt useful rather than irksome. I didn’t have time to waste on conversation. “Please, tell me what you can see.” “Nothing.” I almost choked. “You – what? Nothing?” “There are too many possibilities right now. There is no single set future.” “Well – have you seen her? Talked to her?” I scrambled wildly for possibilities. I needed answers. “What are the futures like? Is she going to be okay?”

At last, as though steeling herself, she whispered a secret. "Frank, do you know why I could see the future? When you confessed to me, I made a wish on a shooting star… that I could glimpse the future. But I wouldn't remember any of it… not until midnight tomorrow, when I'll recall everything I saw."