5th Year Books Novels & Stories

She took a seat at the head of the table, facing us both. Rowen and I both grabbed a sandwich. I ate it hungrily and Rowen looked at it funny for a moment before taking a bite. He had never seen colored meat before, or these types of veggies, I assumed. I remembered my first time eating Hilda's food. I laughed to myself at how strange I knew he was feeling, when I was so comfortable here. “Pandora’s Box was created eons ago, when the original group of Witches realized that some of the creatures on earth were too powerful. This was far before Reavers were created to bring peace… And far before your existence.” She said, while looking at me.

"I don't know. I just thought I'd try a long book for a change." "Hey, I just remembered something," Caroline said. "This is funny. When I was in sixth grade, one time I read a really long book, the longest one in the class. Is this for one of Ms. Reeds' famous book reports? Mine was, too. What was it? That's right, The Yearling. It was a great book. A really great book. If you do another long book, read The Yearling." Caroline read The Yearling in sixth grade? Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school.

I go through all the books as Gunner watches me, still not sure what I’m doing. I set the last book down and look over at him. “Did you figure out what you needed to?” He asks, and I purse my lips again. “I’m not sure what I figured out, but I think I’m onto something. More then half of these books were written by Albert Windshion and all of them written by him were written in the last fifteen years.” I explain and his face scrunches together, then he turns and picks up one of the books written by him. “What do you think that means?” He asks, and I shrug. “I don’t know, but don’t you find it strange? Maybe he knows something? Maybe the reason we’re not learning anything new is because there’

Then, suddenly, an idea sparked—hire a private investigator. I grabbed my phone in haste, searching for contacts, but by accident opened the Notes app instead. What I saw there made my blood run cold. Pages and pages, crammed with entries. I had always kept notes before, recording Alicia's preferences and our anniversaries. But now—now every entry belonged to the twenty-eight-year-old me. Each line bled with helplessness and despair. I scrolled through them all, reading every word. And at last… the truth of what happened that year revealed itself.

His smile widens. Sam rambles a bit as usual. I don't fully understand everything, but I do grasp this: there is a blood pact-the curse. Every five centuries, after the fifth summer solstice, if a cursed she-wolf does not exist, the pack is wiped out by the magic of the moon. There's no refuge, cure, or barrier that can stop the massacre. But the blood pact goes further. Every five weeks, a wolf is executed by a wolf hunter. A sanctioned death, carried out in front of everyone.

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The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture. “Let us begin our lesson with the war 100 year ago,” the headmaster flicked his hand and books started to appear in our table. ‘Along with the Gods’ was written in the book cover. “In your hands now is the book that we will be using as reference for today’s lesson. Kindly open it to the fourth page, young wizlings.” The shuffling of the book pages can be heard throughout the lecture hall and the headmaster started his speech again.

But when I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone. For some reason, panic crept over me. When I finally found him in the living room, he was quietly flipping through an old photo album. I recognized that album—it was filled with photos of him and Lucy. They had grown up together and were once childhood sweethearts, sharing a deep bond. But I never let it bother me. After all, Andrew had been nothing but wonderful to me for the past five years. And yet now, I couldn't lie to myself anymore. The man I'd been with for five years still seemed to be clinging to his first love.

Everything had been cleaned so thoroughly that there wasn't a trace left of a child ever having lived here. My mind was on the edge of collapse. My nerves screamed, every sensation raw and disorienting. Lately, Chester had been busy and was always in the study late into the night. Our conversations had grown shorter and fewer. Even his attitude toward me had subtly changed. I knew it had to do with my "condition". He didn't want me disturbing him, so he kept me away from the study as much as possible. I respected that until… Meow… A soft, almost plaintive meow cut through the silence. It was Pudding, our five-year-old cat, the same age as Dorothy. We had gotten it the year she was born, and

Cara agrees and I smile because I said the truth, in five years, I hope I still have my girls, hope I am married to Caden, and hope Xavier, Damian are back, they've been gone enough. "In Five Years, do you know that's a book." Violet muses and I look at her in amusement, she is deviating. "Yeah?" I say, amused. "Yes, it's about this woman, her life -- " She sees our expression and shuts up temporarily about the story I am sure she'd continue later. "In five years, I want to be, drum rolls please, alive. I want to be alive." She says with a grin on her face. A chill goes through me, and I want to cry for a reason I do not know, I try to keep it in, but I just burst into tears.