And Then There Were 5 Novels & Stories

"Go ahead. Let's see if you can still talk." He slipped on a metal knuckle ring. One punch split half of Ronda's face open. Blood poured down as she collapsed again. … By the time Kenneth arrived with Gideon, Ronda, her brother, and all of his thug friends barely looked human. The housekeeper stepped forward with measured calm and faced Kenneth. "Mr. Houston, my employer finds your efficiency lacking. As for the donation, it will need to be reconsidered. We have already contacted the police. All evidence has been submitted."

Pale. “How long do we have before the next one?” I asked. Her answer was almost a whisper. “They’re waking faster now. The thread's unraveling all at once.” “How many left?” Theron asked. “Five,” she said. But the look in her eyes said more. Not five. Not just five. Five we knew about. Five that had names written in thread and fire and silence. Five doors that still held. Barely. We didn’t speak for a long time after that.

Jack announced. THE END!

Even if I had erased my personal information, I did not want my name to be associated with his anymore. After calming down, I received another text from my private investigator. The text contained a string of numbers. It was Ely’s phone number. "Hello, I am Arthur’s wife. We need to meet."

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he texted. "Gosh, this idiot! He always comes out of nowhere," I murmured. "Mom, can I..." before I could tell mom that I was just going to see Elijah real quick, and come back after 5 minutes, she cut me off, telling me I could spend the night with him and that she's actually sleeping and wanted to rest. Haisst... I couldn't stop murmuring and left my mom who was heading inside the house. I went outside and saw empty roads, no Elijah's body was found! I knew it!

“Not about why you have this strumpet with you, though. What’s your theory?” “What was your last job?” Six asked, his jaw ticking. Five sighed. “Eight. He’s dead.” “So is Three.” Five’s eyes popped. Finally someone showed a little more surprise about a death. “Damn. We’re down two?” Six nodded. “Any ideas?” “A few, but all speculation. Whatever’s going on, it has Jason hiding.” Five pursed his lips. “Three was the first.” “First what?” I asked Five turned to me. “The first of us to die.”

A happy birthday song had just been sung in the wooden dining room at five o'clock in the afternoon. "Make a wish," Dorothy reminded her, as the little girl almost blew out the flame on the number five candle in the center of the tart. Her clear eyelids were closed, and her hands clasped together in front of her chest. A smile appeared on her beautiful face. After finishing saying her prayers silently, the candles were blown out, leaving smoke that seemed to curl from the burning wicks.

So I can't be completely happy either, because I know it has an end. And I also know how painful the next few days will be for me. I've been given a taste of it for the past five years, but I know it's going to hurt more this time. Because this time, we already did our best, and it is not enough. This time, we will have our chance to bid goodbye by signing those papers. And this time, everything will be final. This is the beginning of our end. - Infinity

Only them against the all odds. ....................... ........... ..... THE END