Novel & Cerita The Future Book

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.

Personally, I can’t wait to see what the future brings. The End.

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

Continue codifying. They believe they’re the future. But the future doesn’t belong to the ones who sound certain. It belongs to the ones who can hold truth without turning it into law. And Book Four has just shown its teeth.

"But who sent it? Lyra is gone. The Editor is in the mail. The Owner is a puddle of ink." "The Future doesn't have a sender," Cian said, his voice unusually grave. He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with that gold-ink light. "The Future is just a place where everything we haven't done yet happens." Mina reached out. Before I could stop her, she flicked the brass latch.

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

The library lanterns drifted overhead. The unfinished book rested open before us. And somewhere beyond the last written page— the future waited. Not as a mystery. Not as a destination. As a story. Still becoming itself.

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

I said, breathless, “but you are scared of the things I might end up having. You've seen the glimpse of the future, you are just scared to know that it belongs to me.” That wiped the grin off his face. His jaw tightened, and the next shove was harsher, sending me stumbling to my knees. “Shut the hell up, you fool,” Luke hissed, leaning over me. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. You don’t get to talk at all. What future are you talking about? The future where you will be a school dropout and a pauper? Wake up Arian, you don't have a life anymore.”