Incredible Hulk: Future Imperfect Novels & Stories

His eyes then turned on me and narrowed, “if you think this is the last you’ll see of me, you’re wrong. I’ll force my way out of Hell and come back for you.” He then grabbed his head and fell to the ground screaming and I watched as he turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared out the open front door and out of the house. “Did we just succeed?” Hector spoke first. “That should hold him for awhile in Hell. When you’re exorcised, you can’t just leave of your own accord anymore.” Zepher told us. I turned to Matty with a huge smile. We did it. We won. “Tiffany, I think we should tell your father what’s going on. Otherwise, it would be hard for me to reintegrate into society, I’m sure he

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.”

Anthony called his assistant, contacted another doctor, and had Indya’s corneas removed. He couldn’t hear Indya’s heart-wrenching screams, nor could he see her plead for mercy. "Only this counts as the fall of a star," he muttered. He stood in front of Indya, holding her eyeballs. His smile was chilling. Anthony didn’t intend to let Indya off that easily. He took a bottle of sulfuric acid and poured it onto her wound. He looked down at her, watching her scream and struggle in pain, but his mind was filled only with thoughts of me, staring into the distance.

Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking. We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the conversation. Mr. Jack asked "where is your house? let me drop you. After today I don't want to ever see you again." Hearing this I was happy, finally, I will be free from his terror. Mr. Jack brags a lot, but at the same time, he always keeps to his promise. His only problem is against women, he can't do without tipping them off with aphrodisiacs before having pleasure with them. He loves to play the victim role.

He stepped off the obsidian threshold, his polished shoes clicking on the grass that didn't yet know how to be real. "But now the Founder is gone, the Source is stabilized—thanks to your little blue friend, by the way, great sacrifice beat—and we have five billion freshly 'Stitched' users ready for deployment. The 'Patchwork' is the hottest IP in the Multiverse right now." ### The Trailer of Our Lives Marcus swiped his hand across the glass tablet. Suddenly, a massive holographic screen flickered into existence above the cul-de-sac. It was a montage. I saw myself, covered in blood, screaming over Fenris’s body. I saw Silas being tortured in the Kernel. I saw Sarah’s golden light being draine