Logging In 10000 In The Future Novel Novels & Stories

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive.

His eyes darkened with desire and I swallowed hard at his hoarse voice. “I wasn't expecting anything less,” I whispered, squeezing my thighs together. I had no idea what the future had in store for us but at that moment, everything felt right and we were happy. I guess that’s all that matters. END OF BOOK ONE CHECK OUT THE SEQUEL- 'Broken without You' in the next chapter

Then answered simply. “Living.” Jun nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That fits.” — The future had arrived. Not as something dramatic. Not as something controlled. But as something that stayed. And in staying— It became something no system, no empire, no trillionaire could ever take away again. Because it no longer belonged to any of them. It belonged to everyone willing to carry it forward. One imperfect decision at a time. The final chapters were close. But the story no longer needed to end.

Miller commented. "What do you mean ten years? It's still 2025 isn't it?" He asks in a confused tone. "What are you talking about? It's already 2035! Where have you been?" Mr. Miler informed him. Drake felt like cold water had been splashed to his face. How can it be 2035 now? Where are the giant mushrooms and the buildings? It's impossible that they are in the future. Everything looks like it was in 2025!

Then answered simply. “Living.” Jun nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That fits.” — The future had arrived. Not as something dramatic. Not as something controlled. But as something that stayed. And in staying— It became something no system, no empire, no trillionaire could ever take away again. Because it no longer belonged to any of them. It belonged to everyone willing to carry it forward. One imperfect decision at a time. The final chapters were close. But the story no longer needed to end.

He really hoped and prayed, he doesn't die one day with all these nervousness and headaches. "Oh good lord, help me please." He looked up , as if he can see his saviour through the house roof and muttered, "Politics is hell!" Then, he shook his head. ~~~~~~~ Oh my, what will happen to Jane now?! Please get my other novel too, titled"The Halfling." Vote for it Please, it also on a contest in Good novel **Synopsis** A century has past, since the prognostication that, a Halfling will save the lands was heard, but no sign of it has been seen.

Tears blurred his vision. He pulled out his phone and called Audrey with shaking hands. Only then did he discover she had blocked him. His breathing grew heavy. His hands would not stop trembling as he opened their old chat thread. He typed, "Audrey, where are you? I'm coming to get you." The message failed to send. The light in his eyes went out completely. The woman who used to forgive him after the slightest effort, and often comforted herself without any effort from him at all, would no longer answer him.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Their story would be full of romance in the future. This is the final episode of this novel and let's look forward to the new works! Thank you for your support!