The Future Book Novels & Stories

-ANASTASIA- ‘The future is always the unexpected surprise that universe throws at you. Can anyone of you guarantee that I will see you tomorrow? Or even in the next hour? No because we don’t know if we will be alive. I had a lot of plans for my future, where I will go and what I will do etc. but now that I think of it life is really short and you should make the maximum of it.

Future informs me. “What?” I ask, confused. “Tay booked a spa treat for us. God knows how much I need some pampering,” Future says and takes a sip from the mug. “Where is he?” I ask, getting up. “Work,” “What time is it?” I ask. “About ten-thirty.” Future says. “I'm hungry,” I inform Future, rubbing my stomach. “I know, there are pancakes on the kitchen counter.” I make my way to the bathroom, take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and walk to my room. I dress up in shorts and a light blue dress shirt and pull my hair into a messy bun.

she says and suddenly breaks our eye contact. “What?” I ask. “Come,” she replies and moves towards the table. Reaching the table, she sets down a leather satchel I didn't notice she was carrying in her cloak. The sound the satchel makes when it hits the table is a heavy sound, as if something dense is inside the satchel. “What’s that?” I look at her. “Your future,” she says simply. My future? Next, I watch as she opens the satchel and pulls out a book. The cover of the book is made with black leather and it looks so worn-out that it's almost gray now. The binding is cracked with age, and there are symbols carved into the front.

The future doesn’t arrive with instructions. It doesn’t explain itself. It doesn’t promise clarity. It doesn’t guarantee reward. It simply opens—and waits. This chapter begins with that openness. Not fear, not excitement—possibility. Wide and undefined. The kind that doesn’t pressure you to decide everything at once, but quietly asks whether you’re willing to keep walking. Together. We don’t talk about the future in grand terms here. No sweeping declarations. No rigid plans. Instead, we approach it the way we’ve learned to approach everything else—honestly, intentionally, and without pretending certainty is a prerequisite for commitment.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

Some robots in this time are taught to express some simple emotions and can have varying degress of independent thinking and intelligence. Rosa found some very interesting books named 'Robots Of The Past' and decided to borrow it so she can read it. Will explained that the book deals with the types of robots that existed back in the 2000s. Will had knowledge about each and every book in the library. He told the library had precisely 50000 books. He knew every nook and cranny of the hotel. He was programmed in such a way. They explored the garden and saw the various plants that grew on planet Mars. Will gave information about their size, colour and the specie to which they belonged. After the

I want to have a bit of hope dad has finally remembered me. I want to hear his voice. I want him to say something to me, but he's quick to remind me that the dead don't speak. The call dies. AUTHOR'S POV Hello guys, so I've reached the end of my first book on Good Novel. Please don't hesitate to vote and leave a review. I was thinking of making Ethan's book a dystopian or utopian Mafia book since the book will take place in the future. Anyways, I'd like to say thank you to those that read my book to the end despite the errors.

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."

I'm sure they're probably looking for me! Phuture made her way upstairs and gazed out to the golden shine of the sky. She decided on studying the notes she took on Celie's book and giving the bibles back to Willie Lou. She wanted to help with achieving The Demon Corps main goals, using the bibles as their spiritual objects to absorb the demon's spirit. She learned a technique to defeat powerful beings, all she needed to do was spread the information to her allies. Phuture made her way to the front door, but a sudden implosion of the home collapsed the roof down before she could reach the door. She was caught in the home's implosion, completely crippled under the destruction while the other u

"But the wedding can't happen for at least two months. We have to wait until after Piper's twenty-fifth birthday." His tone made marriage sound like charity, and even in the future he reluctantly offered me, Piper still came first. I looked at him and laughed, making surprise cross his face. Then I said, one word at a time, "I won't apologize for something I didn't do. "And I am getting married tomorrow." Cole was furious. His expression darkened instantly. "I gave you an easy way out, and you refused it. Don't blame me when your wedding has no groom tomorrow.