Incredible Hulk: Future Imperfect Novels & Stories

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

“You’re not a victim in this. I’ve seen the reports, the footage from the campus. You didn’t just survive the outbreak—you thrived in it. Those zombies… they listened to you.” Akin tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Did they?” Erickson leaned forward, his expression dark. “What are you, Akin?” For a moment, Akin said nothing. He let the silence stretch, enjoying the discomfort on Erickson’s face. Then, he leaned forward as far as his restraints allowed, his eyes gleaming with something feral. “I’m the future,” he said softly. --- Erickson leaned back, his face unreadable. “The future, huh? And what does this future look like? A world overrun by the undead? Millions dead? Is that your gran

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

Katherine broke the hug, wiped her tears and smiled with determination and said 'We have to win, not just for a better future for us but also for the horrible past of those who have suffered on the hands of Earthlings. Alex just smiled and they hugged once again seeking peace in each other's embrace and conveying each other's pain in silence. After that Kaylee left for her room and Alex was again deep in his thoughts he just couldn't forget the smell and the moment of someone watching him in the library kept replaying in his mind

"Don't be ridiculous, Randy Walters. I'm sure you've taken over a significant portion of IndoAsia's shares, right?" Ghea was taken aback, shocked by what Giselle had just said. Previously, Ghea had heard from Mario that IndoAsia, led by her father, was indeed in a precarious situation. If they didn't find significant investors to support them, the company Maxwell had led for years would undoubtedly go bankrupt. However, Ghea had thought the issue could be resolved promptly, considering it wasn't the first time her father faced the threat of bankruptcy. Now, hearing from her stepsister that her husband had taken over a considerable portion of her father's company's shares, it surprised her.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

Annie's voice was calm but firm as she said, "Please come home immediately." ... Meanwhile, at the Sullivans' residence. Kathleen's mother, Jolene Atkins, was on the phone, looking shocked. She exclaimed in disbelief, "What? Kathleen is giving up her inheritance from her trust fund? Mr. Foreman, are you sure about this? That's half a billion dollars!" The lawyer, Isaac Foreman, replied, "Mrs. Sullivan, the documents arrived yesterday afternoon, and Ms. Sullivan signed them herself. She intended to transfer all her interests to Ms. Lawson."

It doesn’t matter anymore and it is better to be like playing with each other than me dwelling to know something which I don’t want to know. I need to think all this properly and come up with a plan as soon as I can. If I didn’t, then I will go for a direct attack, but it will be like putting out a fire. So, it is better to plan properly now something new. I groaned hearing his snore while I don’t feel sleepy at all, with all this new development and hurdles. And he says he doesn’t have peace because of me! I thought, shaking my head. *Nakul Pov*

“Every miracle demands a price. The only question is who must pay it.” 🌌 Silence filled the Realm of Possibility. The countless doors stood motionless. Billions of futures shimmered beyond them. Some beautiful. Some terrifying. Some impossible. 🚪✨ Yet nobody was looking at them anymore. ⸻ Everyone was staring at the same thing. ⸻ The future the mysterious figure had revealed. ⸻ The Third Path. ⸻ The impossible future.