Incredible Hulk: Future Imperfect Novels & Stories

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.

He kissed my forehead, “I miss you,” I raised my head, meeting his eyes. “You shouldn’t be doing this, Blake,” I whispered. “I don’t want your boss thinking you’re taking advantage of his kindness,” He lowered his head, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “He doesn’t mind, Tara. Besides, our flight for India will be tomorrow morning. It’s going to be a long and boring flight,” He gave me another quick kiss. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” I smiled, “My sister, Gianna, surely won’t let me rest later. She will ask millions of questions about the skeleton man,”

Matty said. “I-I…” I didn’t know what to do, all I knew was they couldn’t kill Chris. “I guess I’ll take the cure, will you leave us alone, then?” I asked hopefully. “If that’s what you decide.” Matty said. “Okay.” I relented. “Bottoms up, baby.” Travis handed me a cup with a foul-smelling liquid, and I drank it down, choking. My eyes felt heavy, and I felt my body start to convulse before it all went black.

Could she perhaps be in the city, providing Tina with an idyllic, pampered life? I couldn't help but let out a mirthless chuckle as my gaze swept over the people before me, a profound sense of disappointment settling deep within me. Upon seeing my expression, Henry exploded in fury. "You ought to know that we merely treated Tina a little better to make up for your wrongs! Who exactly are you trying to impress with this act of yours, huh? You've spent so much of our money all these years. Are you planning to pretend you don't know about this?"

Sam: "Ok so what's the plan?" Casie: "Ok so the painting is damaged so maybe we can suggest to this painter that he introduce it as modern art." Sam: "Is this your idea. Seriously? The painter will be kicked out immediately" Casie: "Hmmm.. you are right so can we reverse the time before the painting is spoiled." Sam: "Casie we cannot play with time and reverse it randomly." Casie: "What if???...No this is just a stupid idea." Sam: "What?"

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

ALIYA “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” an unfamiliar voice sounded right behind me and in the second that followed, I heard a loud cracking sound and his hand was off me. I peeled my eyes open to find him on the ground with his hand covering his nose and blood spilling from between his fingers. “Who the fuck are you?!” The creepy man yelled, pissed at whoever just punched him. His back was to me and I could only make out his frame from the black hoodie that he wore. From the looks of things, he was about 6’4 perhaps? But definitely well built.

Then the MC’s voice boomed across the hall… “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s put our hands together for tonight’s most dazzling pair….the perfect couple! Chase Monroe, the country’s number one wealthiest bachelor and first to achieve international acclaim… and his partner….” The announcer paused, confusion flickering across his face as he glanced at the card in his hand. “…Delilah Hart. CEO of Hart Enterprises, the once-thriving business empire that collapsed after the tragic death of the Hart couple and the disappearance of their only daughter.” The hall erupted into murmurs. “What? Delilah Hart?” “Isn’t she supposed to be dead?” “Impossible. Venessa was his date, wasn’t she?” “Wait…I heard the

“I thought I was.” He sat across from me, eyes unreadable. “Hmm, you’re good at hiding things.” “You’re good at pretending.” He tilted his head, a slow smile forming. “We’ll make a hell of a team.” I let out a tired laugh. “I can’t believe this is my life right now.” “I can,” he said. “You’re too composed to be ordinary.” I blinked. That might’ve been a compliment. “So what now?” “It’s your call, sweetheart. Plan the next phase of the illusion,” Dante said, standing. “Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.”

"Oh… Well, of course, that's nothing to someone like you. So, do you think you could maybe give us a couple extra days?" Mr. Jarrell's expression fell immediately. He sobered up fast. "What do you mean 'a couple extra days'? Where the hell are the IOUs? Did something happen to them? Let me make this clear, 1.7 million dollars might not sound like much, but it's more than enough to ruin both your lives!" Mom almost fell off her chair from his sudden shift. She was surprised at how he was seemingly unaffected by alcohol. She kicked Dad hard under the table. "Hurry up and think of something, Jason!"