5th Year Books Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for patiently waiting while I finished up the The Warlock's She-Wolf! The next book in this series is now available on Good Novel and it is called "How To Be Patient - Feisty Series (4 of 5). Follow along in the story as Lukas tries to figure out his messy personal life and fend off his attraction to a woman he absolutely should stay away from! Book five will be out sometime in October (How To Forgive) and it will follow Slade's story.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

This was the fifth. "Renee hasn't eaten yet. If you're not going to get her something, I'll take her myself. Just head home," Finley said, cutting into Claire's thoughts. "Okay." She turned to leave without another word.. But Finley's gaze snagged on the paper in her hand, his eyes narrowing. "What's that you're holding?"

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

She said: "We built." He said: "Both." She said: "Both." He said: "What is the fifth book." She said: "I do not know yet." He said: "What will be in it." She said: "Caela. Section thirty-six. Whatever comes after. What the alliance builds next. What your father's letters in the corner of the desk teach us about where we came from." He said: "And us." She said: "Yes." He said: "What are we in the fifth book."

He didn’t answer right away, but two hours later, I found myself standing in library number five. It was on the second floor, with a slanted ceiling and walls covered in built-in shelves. Every shelf was just tall enough to hold paperbacks. The books were old, their spines cracked, their pages worn soft from being read too many times. The only break in the shelves was a tall stained-glass window. Afternoon light shone through it, scattering green and red and blue patches across the polished wood floor. It was beautiful. But it wasn’t useful. No Davenport.

Dad's younger brother, Liam Graham, leaned back in his chair with a smile. "What's gotten into you? Did something set you off, or did you have another fight with your dad?" I told him the flat-out truth. "I just realized it's been five years, and while the cost of living and rent have gone up, my salary hasn't budged an inch. Five years ago, I had two offers in my hand—one for nine grand and another for ten grand. Mom told me to work for you, claiming we're family; you won't shortchange me.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

The remote felt heavy in my pocket, a promise and a weapon. I remembered every filthy second from earlier; how she’d lifted the dress in front of me, her cheeks burning, and inserted the thick toy inside her slick opening. The tiny whimper that had slipped from her lips when it filled her. The way her thighs had quivered. My dick had been aching ever since, half-hard and pressing against my zipper. Five years. Five fucking years. And one look at her still had me forgetting my own name.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her chest, as if she had just lost something important. Half an hour later, her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification. Her heart rate sped up as she eagerly checked her text messages. However, it turned out to be a text message from Derrick. He had sent her a selfie of himself with his newest diamond watch. "Come back earlier tonight, Chels. I miss you already." Chelsea turned off her phone in frustration, glancing blankly out the window instead. The city's highest observation deck was right outside this window, and it was her 25th birthday gift that Jacob had gifted to her.