Read The Future Novels & Stories

Claire said, placing more food on her plate to eat. “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift… that’s why they call it the present.” Said Blake as he finished his meal and started to walk towards the kitchen to place his dirty dishes to wash. After condensing his core, he didn’t need much to eat, so he had little, to begin with. If this kept up, he wouldn’t even have to eat to sustain his body.

] I stared at the floating comments, completely dumbfounded. What was going on? Since when did the system have something like this? At that moment, the system’s mechanical voice suddenly rang beside my ear. “Congratulations, player Shane Parker, for surviving ten days. You have now received the cheat ability, Future Insight. “The host may use this ability to obtain relevant information and survive future crises. “Please continue working hard to stay alive in the game world.” Hearing that, I couldn’t calm down at all. I never expected the biggest challenge ahead of me to be the battle between me and my three girlfriends.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

Trust me. "Bye then." I disconnected the call and stood up from the couch. A maid of mine walked towards me and handed me a glass of wine as ordered. I took a sip from it and thought of tonight. Yeah it's gonna be fun....

"Didn't I tell you? The day of the— other Mr. James'— accident. Remember? That the Trust wouldn't dilly-dally getting someone to take over those accounts. And who better than his workaholic brother who reviewed them every month already? That he'd need a secretary who could fill in the rest of the gaps and that Mrs. Stiles wouldn't get a lick of say in it." A bright smile spread over Evelyn's face. "You did say that as a matter of fact. I had no idea my best friend could see the future." With a pert smile, Lily arched her brows. "What does that silly promotional pamphlet for the Fair say? 'Familiarity with today is the best preparation for the future'. Well, Evie, you certainly lived up to th

Something she couldn’t protect. Her voice trembled. “What do they want?” The answer came like a blade. Cold. Final. “They’re not asking.” Her breath caught. “They’re telling.” Her eyes dropped back to the glowing words on the stone. And this time— She saw them clearly. Understood them fully. Her voice cracked as she read them aloud. “We now own your future heir.”

I'm willing to take a chance with you Aaron. Hope you save my heart from a break up! Or will you be the reason for my heart to shatter? It's either first or latter. Don't worry Isabella. Everything will be fine. It always has. The future is unpredictable. That's why everyone visualize their future with fiction than reality. Let my husband be the prince for me in my future. With that I fell into deep sleep! *****

I didn't know what to believe and what to do anymore. Yesterday happened in a blur and I'm ever grateful to the man I met, Mr. Mike. He was a savior, God sent. I continued to ponder on what to do, and then finally came to a conclusion. I was going to call Mr. Mike and tell him I accept his job offer. There was honestly no other alternative, it was either that or go back onto the streets after my paid week at the hotel was up. I reached for the remote and turned on the t.v. to keep me occupied, and control my racing mind.

I'm the heiress of the Claremont family. Damon Johnson and I had a deal—we'd go to Oakwood High together. But the second my acceptance letter arrived, he and the rest of the guys in our class knocked me out cold. Why? Because Sophia Miller, the school's little princess, said she'd never seen a real mummy before. When I came to, I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, strung up at the front gate of the school. Students passed by—laughing, filming, some even spitting in my direction. I hung there for two full hours, on display for everyone. Finally, Damon showed up. Grinning, he untied the rope. "Sophia said she wanted to see a live mummy. It was just a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? W

A new title appeared on every screen in the world, scrolling in a font made of starlight: "BOOK TWO: THE MARS AUDIT. PROTAGONIST: HOPE THORNE-VANCE. STATUS: INITIALIZING..." The sound of the 1977 cassette tape played one last time—Hiss. Click. Whir.—and then, the music changed. It wasn't a ballad anymore. It was an Anthem. "Check your pulse, Reader," Hope’s voice echoed through your device. "The first chapter of the future just dropped. And this time... You’re the Co-Author."