5th Year Books Novels & Stories

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

Lila asked, having actually stopped Rex from entering the elevator. Rex was taken aback by the young, beautiful lady's boldness in approaching him and asking for his contact information. He furrowed his brows at Lila as he stared at her from head to toe. He found her attractive, with her fair skin. He dipped his hand into his coat pocket and gave her one of his business cards without asking her anything, then walked away to head up to the fifth floor to bring Jessica downstairs. Lila was excited and went back to her duty post.

The pen tip tore through the paper with such force that it nearly pierced straight through. "Fine, Shania! Just wait. Once you walk out that door, you'll regret it," Grant bellowed. I ignored his powerless fury. I simply packed the rest of my personal belongings into the box, picked it up, and marched through the office with my head held high. My colleagues on either side averted their eyes. No one dared to speak. When I reached the door, I turned back and took one last look at this place where I had spent five years. I recalled the cramped workstations and the messy papers.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

He held her gaze for one long, breathless second, then stepped aside, letting her pass. Naomi walked back toward her kettlebells, her mind racing, her blood singing. She had spent five years under glass, a decorative object kept safe and entirely suffocated. Now, surrounded by iron and the smell of chalk, she felt the glass finally shatter. She was breathing real air, and for the first time, she was looking forward to the fire.

My boyfriend proposed to me when we graduated from high school, but I made a deal with him instead of giving him an immediate answer. "We'll get married when we've collected 500 train tickets." In the first year, Marcus could hardly wait to come see me every day. Before long, our collection had grown to 280 tickets. He even laughed and said that he'd be able to take me home as his wife before graduation at the rate he was going. In the second year, we met each other halfway. Soon, the number of tickets climbed to 400. But in our third year, Marcus told me that his advisor had taken on a new project and that a junior who had just joined the research team needed him to show her the rope

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

Lucas was the one who was 29 years old this year. Xena eagerly urged me to make a wish. Under her pressure, I quickly closed my eyes and silently wished, ‘From this day on, I’m going to stay away from them and live a truly happy life.’

She continued reading, her curiosity piqued. "Want to know more about The Five Knights? Click here for juicy details on these five heartthrobs!" Without a second thought, Aza clicked the link, ready to delve into the world of these enigmatic Knights. "I'm officially a stalker now," she confessed to herself, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "But hey, I'm already this far, might as well go all in!" And with that, she plunged headfirst into the world of the five Knights, her plan to charm one of them taking shape with each detail she uncovered.