Novel & Cerita The Future Book

she says coldly. Pains rips through me as my heart feels like it's on fire. Tears streaming down my face I look up at her to see her standing there, not an ounce of pain showing. Kicking me away she turns towards the crowd. "Your future Alpha everyone" she scoffs and walks up the steps. "King" she bows her head in respect, "is the rejection accepted by those witnessed?" "Yes my child" he says simply.

Snow poked his head out from the top of his new terrarium, his tiny crimson eyes darting around inquisitively, as if carefully surveying this pristine, magnificent new world. My phone vibrated once more in my palm. “See you tomorrow, Hill.” It was a collection of just a few brief words, yet a soft, uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of my lips. What did the future hold for us? I couldn’t say for certain. But I knew with clarity that regardless of what came next, it would be a radiant, entirely unwritten future that belonged completely to me. (The End)

I was about to give up as well but then something caught my eye. The light from the torchlight reflected the title that was written in gold colour. The thick book rested on a very high shelve and the title said, 'The Future'. It was very simple but I had a gut feeling that maybe it was exactly what we were looking for. I kicked Damien on the floor and he let out a whimper. I smirked. "Get your lazy ass up and help that book out. It think it got our answers."

“That's not my job. I'm a taxi for souls, not a Good Samaritan.” I scribbled an answer to my Calculus problem. “So you know the future, who's going to die,” I said, “and you can't do a thing about it?” “I wouldn't want to interfere.” He glanced at my homework, mildly interested. “It's all in my little black book. But don't think it's set in stone.” He traced his finger across the asymptote on my graph paper. “The future is like a tapestry- meddle with one thread, and the entire thing could unravel. This line is the future: the graph follows, and the distance between expectation and actuality becomes so infinitesimally small, it's practically nonexistent.”

-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.

"We have discovered a sample of the poison!" They all flinched in shock. "What?" Adonis stammers with wide eye. _ Just to keep you all on notice, this book is coming to an end soon, when I mean soon I meant pretty soon like two chapters before the end. You can check out my other books. Future Mrs what? And Angell summers. Thanks for the support. I love you all. I'm sorry for the tension I gave some of you, my apologies. Don't forget to vote and leave your questions and answers in the comment box. Thank you all xoxo

Oh well, that's not my concern anymore, I just want to read this for my guts are telling me to do so. I opened it and found something that I don't think will help me. It's a prediction from the 25th century on what will happen in the future which is now and I haven't seen anything accurate from what's happening here. I see... These robots already exist then and so as greediness. It seems to be every era's nature then it just became worse than they have ever imagined now. They are expecting a better world when this era comes but what they didn't know is that it'll just be worse than what they'd been through. Honestly, I really don't believe those predictions for they are more likely to fail.

And no matter what the future held in store, I would face it head-on. With Octavia by my side. +++ END OF BOOK ONE

Andrea stated “Let’s just see if it’s the same as what they saw. I know it sounds like subconscious creation but I read about people who can see the future through dreams, so I don’t know. Let’s wait and see then.” Their other sibling didn’t join their chit-chat, he was listening to their conversation only. Without any reaction or comment, he’s looking at Andrea like he’s examining her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”, Andrea asked. “You’re gifted”, he said plainly.

Once again, Eden found herself anticipating the arrival of a man in her living room. It was almost 5, the time at which Bennett said he would be coming. Eden was feeling anxious, not because of the future, but because she was worried her feelings of arousal may surface unannounced once again. I have no reason to be attracted to Bennett, Eden thought. It does not matter that he has the most chiseled, muscular but lean body, a smooth and deep voice, and oh, those thick jungle of hair and that jawline-