Star Wars Fanfiction Watching The Future Mga Nobela at Kwento

Future me places a kiss on Osiris's cheek. “If I can save the colony, it will be worth it,” I tell Osiris. Before Osiris can stop me, I am running to the middle of the town square. My future self is so close that I can reach out and touch her. “I know you are here,” future me says to know one. “I think you can help me.” I look over my shoulders for anyone I might be talking to, but there is only me. “Are you talking to me?” I ask aloud, but my voice fades into nothing as it leaves my throat.

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

“Yes. This looks a lot like the future.” “The future?” “Yes. Where I'm from. I'm from the future, and I miss it so much. Iphones, cameras, sweet junkies, beautiful buildings, flashy clothes, movies, popcorn!... There are just so many things I miss from the future. Who knows? Luna is probably enjoying the future, and experimenting with the different technology we have there.” “I don't understand.”

I tuned out all of the chatter in the room after the video ended while I looked out the window and rested my chin on her head. Instead of freaking out about what was going to be happening all too very soon, I focused on the feel of sparks covering my skin from our contact. My focus was on the future that we would have together. I imagined what it would be like to find out that she was carrying our pup in her womb. What it would be like to welcome them into this world. What it would be like to hand over the mantle to them when they took their place as Dark Moon’s Alpha. This was the future that would be possible once this threat was over and done with.

Sapphire's POV. 'Dang! I am in the future? Did I fucking just walk past time into the future? Woah!!!" I was so shocked but it also felt damned amazing to be able to walk past time and see what the future holds for us. I returned my gaze back to the people who had walked past me and noticed something so similar about them and it reminded me of the one person I had to invoke this vision. They all had white hair and red eyes. They were...

A vision flashed before her. She saw Adrian. He was standing in a vast empty room. He was alone. Then she saw Lyra. She was kneeling beside a dying Kael. Then Kieran. He was holding a broken sword. Then herself. She was sitting on a throne. And finally— Nova. Older. Standing in front of a destroyed universe. Hope gasped. The vision disappeared. Adrian held her. “What did you see?” Hope looked at him. “Possible futures.” “Bad ones?”

my phone vibrated once on the nightstand. A message from the private tracking number I still had access to. Ethan had arrived at Chloe’s building. He didn’t leave until 3:19 a.m. I sat up in bed in the dark and stared at the timestamp. Part of me had still hoped he would go home. Drink. Feel sorry for himself. Sleep alone. He hadn’t. He had gone straight to her. The same way he would have in the original future — except this time I had pushed him there with my own hands.

Dear future me, Ian has been sweet since telling me the horrible news. He doesn't want to go either and we both wished there was a way for him to stay. We've been hanging out more everyday. Any chance we get we sneak out together and talk. This time it was done on the roof of his house. We stared at the stars and spoke about our future aspirations.

Crane glanced sharply at Scott, bringing his face closer to Scott’s and squinting. “I think I’ve seen you before,” he mumbled. “Your face is familiar.” “Yeah, you see me in the future. I cause your death.” Crane returned the jeers by slamming the muzzle of his gun against Scott’s temple. Scott groaned and Ciara screamed angrily inside her prison. Displeased with Scott’s haughty behavior, Crane straightened up and walked away from him. Now he headed to Ciara’s side and gripped the bars with his bare hands. “Now, Ciara, I can make this easy… or hard. It all depends on you.”

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."