Story About Future Novels & Stories

At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self. The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car. At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me. But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me. She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.

I couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold for us. THE END.

And somewhere beyond the reach of headlines, courtrooms, and history books. The future was already writing its own story.

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! *****

The past was a closed book, a warning carved into memory. This—with sea air in my lungs and a wide-open future ahead—was our new story. One we wrote ourselves.

I need to know if you can handle my truth. "No matter how crazy it is, I will believe you." He answered. My heart had calmed down and I was ready to talk. "I'm not from here. I'm not the real daughter of Saitō Dōsan." I started off. We sat up and faced each other. His eyes beckoned for more. "I am from the future where Japan is a united country and there are no more wars between its provinces. A place where technology is advance and the people are modernly civilized." I continued. His eyes widened when he heard about it.

My future had just begun. To be continued...

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.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Sometimes I get carried away to act as absurd as before. Duh, I feel like I really want to just disappear from the face of this earth. What if Alliando suddenly brought up my actions just now? It can't be right, I said that the reason I hugged him just now was because I felt relieved because I managed to find the answer to a big mystery between us, “Hey, I'm from the future. In the future you will die by suicide and all your inheritance will fall into my hands!” Haha, he's definitely going to think I'm crazy!