And Then There Were 5 Novels & Stories

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.

Every morning. This time. That was everything. That was, finally, enough. THE END

Body giving up. My last thought: please. Someone. Anyone. Change this. Make it Future Five instead of Future Three. Please. Then darkness.

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

Then he looked toward Adrian. “You’ve lost.” Adrian chuckled. “Have I?” “The archive is exposed.” “Your organization is finished.” Adrian slowly shook his head. “No.” “You’ve only seen one archive.” Vincent’s face changed. “There are more?” Adrian smiled. “There are five.” Damien’s attention snapped back to him. “What did you say?” “Five archives.” “Five keys.” “Five children.” The realization struck Elena first. “My mother…” “…she divided everything.” Adrian nodded.

all over again. The End.

It seemed like she was afraid I would leave her. After some time, the new paternity test came back. She rushed forward to grab the results. When she read them, she completely snapped. She grabbed the nurse’s collar and screamed, “What kind of messed-up hospital is this?! How can there be no biological relation? You have to test again!” The nurse, clearly used to this kind of scene, replied coldly, “This was the second test. There’s no mistake. There is zero biological relation between Calvin Gray and Riley Gray.”

After they left, the kidnappers and the Fire Blaze Gang’s T-Five emerged from the basement. T-Five smiled as he addressed Caitlin. “Are you satisfied with how my men performed today?” Caitlin nodded. “Thank you!” “No need to thank us. It’s our honor to serve you!” T-Five respectfully took the last pill Caitlin handed him. “This is the final one, right? After I take it, the poison inside me will be gone?” Caitlin smiled. “Yes, take it. Afterward, you’ll be completely free of it.”

JASON'S POV It's been five years. Five years since I saw her, five years since I heard her laughter, five years since I left for good. She never came back to me. Not when I left, not now or ever since that fateful evening she was at my apartment; staring off into the space. I could practically see her soul dying on my floor. Clinton's voice booming through my penthouse, loud and raging like a faint noise in the background as my ears ringed with the dead silence of Justine's colorless face.

5 minutes left. I felt like I was going to throw up. I could hear my heart beating. "Just 5 minutes left." Tara whispered to me and held my wet hand without a care. 11:59. The seconds were counting down. They reached 10. I and everyone else began counting down, "9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!!" I pressed the launch button, without thinking twice. Immediately our products were available to the world.