The Future Book Novels & Stories

For the first time, she was really scared. The boy next to Mara became a chalk. “Oh no.” “What?” asked Noah. “That should not have happened.” “WAS shouldn’t have happened?” The boy showed the book. With trembling hand. “It has changed.” Silence. “What has changed?” The boy looked at Mara. Right in the eyes. “The future.” Mara felt her heart. “The future cannot be changed.” The boy smiled sadly. “But.” His gaze wandered to heaven from darkness. To the book. To Morrigan.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

The wizard sighed yet again "There are many things that if I say now will spoil the already made future occurrence. Just so you know, I do not intend bad stuff by giving him the book. In the future, you will see the reasons" the wizard finished saying. "Since when did you become a future seer?" Valerie asked with her arms folded. "I may be a wizard but over the years, I have learnt other knowledge of the supernatural substance" Valerie sighed and stood up and was about going when she paused and said

My sister lied and accused me of cheating right in the middle of the college entrance exam, all to snatch my guaranteed spot in college. My results were voided, and I was banned from taking the exam for life. "I don't want her to stray from the straight and narrow…" My sister cried in front of the cameras, as if she were the victim here. Then, she took the acceptance letter from a famous college that should've been mine. She also stole my boyfriend and told everyone they were an official item. Eventually, she got her happily ever after. Meanwhile, I got into a car crash on my way to the precinct to clear my name and died a horrible death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ex

Stephanie figured that Gabriel might really be drunk right now. Otherwise, a man as solemn and dignified as he was would never have made this call. But of course, this wasn't something she needed to concern herself with. She continued, "In the future, Mr. Thorn, please don't ask such meaningless questions again. Don't waste any more time on me. You're a smart man. Instead of dwelling on things that didn't happen in the past and will never happen in the future, you'd be better off looking ahead."

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

Now, it was all in the past. For some strange reason, that same giddiness she had felt was coursing through her veins even now, the prospect of a beautiful future lying just within her grasp. She might not have the best story to tell about her past, but the future was without a smudge of dirt, untainted like the fresh pages of a new book.

After spending another year preparing to retake the SAT, I tried to register, only for the system to tell me I couldn't. According to its records, I'd already enrolled at Briarwood University and had been attending college for a full year. But on the day the exam results came out last year, Mom had clearly told me, "Conor, you only scored 1280. You're more than a hundred points short of getting into Briarwood." That same day, Cassidy Vaughn patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me, "Conor, take another year and try again. I'll be waiting for you at Briarwood." My hands shook as I opened Briarwood University's official social media page. The pinned post read: "Meet Conor Hale, Outstan

"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."

The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine. “Where did you come from?” Seth asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been here, waiting for you,” the future Seth said, his voice hoarse. “You’re me from the past. I’m the future that awaits you if you don’t stop looking for Tamera.” Seth stood frozen, the words sinking in. His heart skipped a beat as the future Seth turned slowly, showing him the wreckage. It was as if the destruction of the world itself had become his future, the very land they stood on a testament to failure.