Read The Future Novels & Stories

Alec explained to me when he noticed my reaction. I nodded. “First, before I dive into everything, I want to explain that while I can see many things, I can’t see everything,” she explained facing me. “Secondly, I want to make it clear that when I glimpse the future, some things are sharp, clear - these things will most definitely happen. But - there are also a majority of things that appear fuzzy or grayed, less vibrant - these things may change. The future is always evolving, it’s influenced by every little thing we do or don’t do.”

I knew I had this was coming, the calls, the gifts and the press. I knew it was going to be bad, that was why I had hesitated about the breakup, but it was necessary to cut Sebastian off. He was making me go crazy, in a terrible way, so yes, although I had foreseen the future, I accepted it with open arms.

He must have thought of many consequences to be like that. “Didn't you say you couldn't read my future?” "That's right, and it seems to be because of your ability that protects you. Now I'm asking for your permission, so please let me read your future." It wasn't a big request but I strangely hesitated. I was worried that if I knew my future, I would be afraid to do something I had decided. I'm afraid if in the future it turns out that Serena is no longer with me. I was really scared.

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It was laced with streaks of Silver. ​She realized then that the "Future-Memory" the Elder Nora had given her wasn't just a warning. It was a Blueprint. ​"He’s not dead," Nora said, her voice dropping into the same resonant register Kael had used to command the fleet. "He’s just... Un-Narrated. And if the Author won't write him back, then I will." ​She turned to the viewscreen, looking directly into the "Reader's Eye"—directly at You. Her gaze was no longer that of a character in a book. It was the gaze of someone who had inherited the Pen.

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]

I told him I am not hungry can't he understand such a simple thing? "I am not hungry, please take that back," The maid didn't budge and stood like that, don't tell me they are stubborn too, I will cry now. "ma'am sir will throw me out of this house if I take this back, he gets angry easily." intresting so the Silent introvert is a angry bird, not bad. "alright, leave it here and you may leave." she nodded and walked outside while I stared at the plate, I can't eat. I don't want to eat.

Behind him, through the doorway, I caught a glimpse of Michael in the study, head bent over papers, unaware of the conversation that had just taken place. *The future is still unwritten.* The fountain burbled beside me, water flowing endlessly in its circular path. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine, just for a moment, what that future might hold. My phone buzzed again with another message from Michael. *We need to talk. Tonight.* My heart stuttered. Whatever came next, one thing was certain—there would be no turning back.

He suddenly woke up after seeing these crystals, he felt a little dizzy when he suddenly heard a beep in his head. System 'Host has sensed something related to of the future' Lauren 'Future? how far is it?' System 'Future timeline cannot be predicted' Lauren shook his head and thought about these two crystals he just has seen. Lauren 'I don't remember seeing these two crystals or have I, why would I see them?'

he replied, unflinching, “is result-based.” His gaze pinned mine—gray, relentless. “Fifty for flawless deception. Thirty for small cracks. Nothing for mistakes.” He tapped the page, a faint shadow of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Grandmother has eyes everywhere. If you falter, everything vanishes. If you excel…” His tone shifted—lower, unreadable. “You build your future.” Future. The word felt foreign, heavy. What future? A name erased from every record? A home turned to ashes? A promise written in smoke?