Josh Futturman Novels & Stories

So wrong. But, I chose not to focus on the many fears I was holding, and instead look toward the thing I wanted most... the time outside. The closest to freedom I would be getting anytime soon. And, as Beta Rocco now pushed me slowly down the hospital corridor, I could not wait to be out in the sunshine he had promised. I had seen a light in his eyes the moment I became excited about his suggestion. He seemed far too eager to please, and it was quite bizarre for a man of his position within a pack. For, from what I recall, a Beta is of quite significant importance in the hierarchy of a pack, so for this man to be trying so hard to please me, a random human, was odd to say the least.

she acts like she was thinking while we’re still walking and going to our next subject. “Oh! I remember… it’s Kesha.” “Kesha who?” “Kesha Jones, graduating student, and she’s still not back to C.U, because she has an internship at New York. I think she will be here next week if I’m not mistaken,” she said. “She’s older than Linus?” “Curious?” she mocked. I just nod my head. “I don’t know. Maybe they have the same age.” I nodded countless times. If this Kesha wants him, and I assumed that girl is famous as she is a part of the cheerleading team—does Linus know about it? Should I ask him?

They entered the room, carrying a stack of files that were in dire need of Agent Smith’s scrutiny. As they settled at the table, Agent Smith wasted no time in getting straight to the point. He turned his inquisitive gaze toward them and asked, “Did either of you stumble upon anything intriguing?” The first team member, Jane, began with their findings, “Well, during our interviews, we found out a rather peculiar pattern. It appears that a substantial number of employees within the accounting department have been terminated from their positions over the years.” She paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of this revelation to sink in.

“Honestly, you should have come months ago but you don’t give a crap about this old lady now do you?” I chuckled and looked at the now open door. Dr. Jha was a 5’3” woman from Northern India in her early sixties. She was sharp and her tongue matched her sharpness. After three years of seeing her, I felt more fondness for her than even my own mother. “Zachary Anderson, you get that butt in here and sit down in Room 1.” I nodded and walked past her, my eyes down with my hands in my pockets. “Don’t try to be cute with me. Months, Zachary. Months you haven’t been in and now look where you are. Your medication isn’t working, is it?”

Once he was gone, I sat back. I turned to my laptop and opened my conversation with Thoth and my father. Nixthegoddess: I have the mainframe, the d******d just finished. Deadmanwalking: That’s amazing! Send it once you get home. I’ll start going through it. Thoth: Get out of there. Nixthegoddess: Will do. I’m leaving tonight. Thoth: Just leave now. Deadmanwalking: Leave now.

We are out on a team-building trip today. "Team-building?" "Basically, we came out to have some fun." Future Veronica did not reply right away. After a moment, she asked, "Is it March 20, 2025, on your side right now?" When I saw her message, I immediately switched screens and checked the date on my phone. It was indeed March 20, 2025. "Yes, that is the date," I replied. Right after I sent that, future Veronica continued, "Is the weather good today?"

He turned to face them, then to Fabiano he said specifically, “You certainly would lose interest in that job of yours after you heard all I have to say.” Fabiano chuckled. “I live for my jobs, dude.” Lucas scoffed. “I told you guys about the werewolves….” “Yeah, about them. You finally fixed all the shit together?” Lauretha asked and grabbed a seat. He smirked, as the replay of his plan flashed in his head. “We have about a few hours until the man hindering us is gone.” “Man? hindering us? Okay, you are still confusing us here. Come out plain dude.”

Samantha "Sweetheart, calm down. Maybe you should explain to Russell what's -" "NO, Phoebe. Russell just needs to trust me. This is for his own good." Fred was too agitated. Hell- we all were getting agitated. "Well, if you can't explain to me why then I guess you'll have to suck it up. I'm not quitting. I'm going for my interview with Knights enterprise in two months, and I'm keeping them as my sponsors."

Just two tired men, sitting across from one another, haunted by the same enemy. Valerian began, “There’s a rumor—a shadow moving across the eastern waters. A pirate ship, but not one any port recognizes. I asked around, used my spies.” He leaned forward. “They’re clever. They left no tracks. But the direction they headed is unmistakable. East. Toward the Forgotten Isles.” Alexandro frowned. “That place hasn’t been navigated in decades.” “Which is why it makes sense,” Valerian said. “No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.”

I stood there watching them bounce and wobble down the dark road, speeding toward the girl they actually cared about. Twenty years with them—gone, riding off on that tricycle. "Goodbye, Nico. Arlo. Rhett." Headlights suddenly swept across the driveway. A car pulled up and stopped. The door opened and a man got out—just flown in, straight here. I smiled and ran into his arms. Zane Jordan. Heir to the Jordan family. My fiancé.