The Future Book Novels & Stories

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.

After moving to the city alone, I rented a small room near a movie theater and picked up a job there doing odd tasks. In my last life, I loved watching movies. But whenever I suggested going for one, Nathaniel was mostly against the idea. He'd scold me mercilessly, saying it was a complete waste of time. Now, it felt like I was making up for that regret. I practically threw myself into work every day. Before I knew it, half a year had gone by in the city. I'd gone from just another worker doing grunt work to a junior manager at the theater.

Thank you. At the same time, this familiar yet unknown number sent me the exact same message. As I read the last two lines of the message, the gloominess in my heart dissipated completely. The future was bright.

He was not reading — his book was open on his knee but he had not turned a page in twenty minutes. "You're not reading," I said. "No," he said. "Tell me what you're thinking about," I said. He closed the book. Set it on the coffee table. Looked at the city outside the windows for a moment. "The future," he said. I waited. "Specifically the foundation," he said. "And where we are. And what comes next." He paused. "And you." "Me specifically," I said.

Thea didn’t really want to die just because Anthony was pissed off at Ted. Thea sat down at the desk in the corner, pulling out the graphic novel she was close to finishing. A tale of a woman who discovers she has the power to see the future, the story had gotten dark and twisty with each panel that Thea drew. She’d intended this particular story to be one volume, but the story had expanded so much that Thea could see multiple volumes in the future.

Choosing which to read was a pleasing difficulty. He shook the eight ball with one hand, smiling. “What’s it going to be?” he whispered, running his other hand along the spines of books on his tightly packed shelf. “Some ghost stories, today?” The white polyhedron, suspended in liquid turned murky with age, jiggled as it revealed: Future is Hazy. John chuckled as he returned his attention to the books before him. “Story of my life,” he whispered. “Story of my . . . ”

he said. "Okay, let's do this. Who knows, that third book is already on its way," Cela said. Hyun's eyes grew bigger. Thankfully, they are just talking on the phone and Cela can't see how excited he is to hear the news first hand from her. Tomorrow will be perfect.

Hello! I am so sorry, there will be no chapters today because I am sick and need to rest. Hopefully, I will feel better tomorrow and be able to update new chapters. If you read my book, please kindly leave comments and reviews. I want to know what you think about the story. You can check my other books, too. Hëna: Arranged by the Moon and The Billionaire Vampire's Darling are already completed. If you like strong female lead, you can read The Arc: Elenio.

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! *****

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But