Why Couldn't Eren Change The Future Novels & Stories

I knew that phone was the instrument of her crimes, holding a mountain of evidence. I was faster. I grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply. The crack of bone was followed by her shriek of pain. The phone fell into my hand. I lit up the screen and showed it to everyone. The call log was filled with my number. "There was no Sienna from the future," I said coldly, looking at her contorted face. "You were just a pathetic wretch with a voice changer, consumed by jealousy." "You wrote a great script, but you cast the wrong lead."

"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."

Erin~ Shit! Shit! Damn it! Erin cursed silently, his heart pacing. He tore his gaze from those startled eyes and pale face as he turned back down the side street, his feet quietly and hurriedly down the cobbled sidewalk, as he dashed towards the alley. He knew she was scared of the dark and wouldn't dare take a step closer even at gunpoint. Shit! 'Why is she heading this way? The lit street is in the other direction, damn it! Does she have a f***ing death wish?!' His mind was raised with all possible questions as he tried escaping from her…but …

I know it is useless to say anything to my mother, who has her eyes on him as her future son-in-law, so I pretend he is invisible. Charley's father Gerald was once a human, cursed with demonism. His mother, Jane, was my mother’s best friend. My mother had run into Gerald during her travels in the futuristic world. There, Gerald had vowed to protect her all his life. When my parents time-travelled back to Tyi, he had joined them to spend the remnants of his long lifespan in Tyi. As Gerald had earned many merits helping my mother, she regarded him as her benefactor.

That's when the crisis can be resolved. "Isabella! I'm right in front of you, but you can't see me, my name is Eren, I'm the resident of this house in the future, things are complicated, it's hard to explain to you, but the one outside is not your sister, It's weird. If you open the door it will kill you!" "Future? How did you know my name! And don't hide your head and show your tail! Come out first!" "Don't put your hand on the doorknob yet, come back! I'll tell you slowly."

He spread his hands across the bed to find the closest pillow, and when he did, he drew it nearer and put his head on it. If she could figure out a way to give him what he wanted, Rory was willing to give it another shot. She had felt something as a result of the change in Eren's face. She experienced a feeling that she couldn't describe to herself. Sadness, perhaps? Or resentment that he wasn't able to go anywhere he wanted to go? She couldn't even answer the questions she was asking herself.

I want to throw myself into his arms and hug him tightly. "I was helpless that night an-" "W-why you didn't simply inform the police where they were?" I finally speak, my voice wobbling because I'm too startled. Eren shakes his head and smiles dishearteningly. "I will never do that." He looks at the floor with a desperate face. "Even if I know how wrong my brothers are, I will always protect them. I will try every mean to repair their mistakes but I will never in my life sell them. They were my only family when my parents died. They took care of me, grew me up and they even once went to bed with an empty stomach just to let me eat the little food left. I've known them once as good people. An

sentence was that I didn't want to lose a piece of chess that I had worked so hard to sharpen. The hand that grasped the cauldron of Riven's shirt let go. The Eron now is not the Eron of the past. Will not only know how to make a vine to rely on anyone anymore. Eron will now walk on his own two feet, using his own strength to protect himself and those he loves. Brawen stepped forward, even with one eye, but enough for anyone who looked directly at it to be engulfed in that blue sea: I hope you can keep your word.

“He told me to try to remember every moment that did not feel right.” Something shifted in Eren’s face. His eyes flickered to the boys, then back to me. “Oh great, everything about her was off anyway. So he wants you to dig into her past?,” he said. “To look at what we might have ignored or missed?” “Yes,” I said. “Why. Do you know something.” For the first time, Eren hesitated. His fingers tightened on the blanket. He looked like he was debating whether to say it out loud.

“Die! Just die already! I fucking hate you. You're the reason why I couldn't get what I deserved. Why Eren couldn't love me!” Her voice sounded distant and warped as I struggled beneath her. My hands clawed weakly at her wrists, trying desperately to pry her fingers away from my throat. But she was stronger than I expected. The pressure tightened. My lungs burned as oxygen was cut off. My vision darkened further. Some distant part of my mind tried to process her words. Why Eren couldn't love me. For a moment, confusion cut through the terror. What did she mean by that? Why was she bringing up Dad who had nothing to do with this?