5th Year Books Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you want a divorce? Our sixth wedding anniversary is next week, Ryan!" My wife, Chelsea Hale, held her five-year-old son, Nathan Hale, in her arms and gently caressed his cheek. He was always so well-behaved in front of her. Blood relations really were a bizarre thing. Even though I was the one who had taken care of him and raised him since he was a baby, his favorite person was still Chelsea. Looking out the window, I suppressed the discomfort that was building up inside of me. "I've made up my mind. I don't want anything. Please get the divorce agreement as soon as possible," I said calmly.

With hands balled into fists, I turned and stormed away. “I’ll make you pay for this, Freya. Mark my words, you’ll regret the day you crossed me.” To be continued... The next book is called Sacrificed By A Sire King. If you love the character Lucy, her parts were written by J.C. Seal and she can be found on Amazon. Lucy is a character in her Angel and Demons series. She had taken Evan with her, and he will be in some of her future books. He and Lucy will however return to the Freya Rose series to help with the final fight.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

“Alright! New rule: nobody cries today. Tears clog pores.” Delphine followed with a tray of fancy pastries she didn’t bake. “Mama, I brought almond croissants. And no, I don’t know what almond paste is, so don’t ask.” Ruth walked in right behind her with a giant binder labeled BACHELORETTE EXTRAVAGANZA — TOP SECRET. “Ruth,” Ava said slowly, “why does that binder look like the Bible and the tax code had a child?” “Because,” Ruth announced proudly, “we’re planning responsibly… and foolishly.”

What Holds at the End of the Fifth Year The fifth year drew toward its close in the long, warm way of years that have been good — slowly, with the specific quality of time that you are aware of while you are inside it and that you know, as you move through its last weeks, will be held in memory not as a series of events but as a texture.

It was my fifth year of marriage to Julian. For the previous four Christmases, I was not able to spend the holiday with my parents even once. The Carter family had always believed that since I had married into their family, I should spend the holidays with them. This year, I finally decided I was not going to give in anymore. "I want to spend Christmas with my parents." Julian did not even look up. "I need to be with my family too." His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "If you want to go, then go by yourself."

“The fewer people who know the better, however, if the Princess does disclose it to them, Mathias will come and ask me. When that time comes, I will not lie to him. Much has happened in the past year, with the attacks on the Clan Mansion, I fear something else maybe be coming our way. History has a bad habit of repeating itself and if any of these gateways were to be opened I would want Mathias on my side.” With those last words, Abner excuses himself, bidding me good night. No sooner does he leave me sitting in his study than the old man appears again. I thought I had seen the last of him when Abner dismissed him before. Apparently not, as the old man leads me up the stairs and shows me to

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

I pulled out another book, and another, and another. Then I found it. The book was larger than the others, bound in dark leather with a silver clasp that was tarnished with age. I opened it, and the first page was a map of the Northern Lands as they had been centuries ago, before the war, before the treaty, and before everything. I turned the pages, and I read. The war had lasted fifty years. Fifty years of blood and fire and death on both sides. Humans had fought Lycans, and Lycans had fought humans, and the land between the territories had become a graveyard where nothing grew and nothing lived.

In my seven years of my marriage with the Regent, I had risked my life bearing him five children. Every single one had died. My husband grieved so deeply that he collapsed. He knelt for three days and nights before the chapel in the bitter cold, praying for my well-being. He even spent a fortune to build a memorial tower in my honor. Everyone said the Regent loved his wife more than life itself. But the System's childbearing progress remained stuck at 90%. Then came All Hallows' Eve. I walked to the river alone to float a memorial candle for my fifth child, who had only just passed. What I found instead were four children carrying turnip lanterns, gathered around my half-sister, tugging