Five Survive Age Rating Novels & Stories

Step by step, the noise grew louder, and soon after, I was able to make out what they were actually saying. "One million. By the end of this week. If you do not bring the money, I will kill both your daughter and your stupid little recruit," a familiar voice said. So Zeke's alive, just not in the same room I'm in. There was a long pause. "Hendrix, I am not fucking playing with you. If you do not bring the money, I will burn your daughter alive and give you her corpse. Don't fucking underestimate me," he said before banging something on what sounded like a table. I flinched, still hesitant about showing myself.

A sanctioned death, carried out in front of everyone. "Sam... who's the Alpha?" "It's Mark," he huffs, annoyed. "Mark? The same Mark from the Hyundai company?" "Yes." "And what does it take to become Alpha?" "Well... uh... there are five ways. First, Alpha by virgin." "What? So that's why... you want-Sam!" I shout, crossing my arms.

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

" I wrapped my arms around my soft, warm little boy and looked up at Nolan’s furious but tender face, feeling a deep warmth in my chest. Then, I turned to Aiden, who now looked like a hollow shell, and softly stroked Faelan’s hair. "This child is not yours. Faelan is only three. He was premature—tiny and fragile—and we’ve doted on him ever since. That’s why he’s a bit taller than average. But his age is confirmed. He’s not your son. "Your child… died five years ago." My words were silver-tipped arrows, each one slicing straight through Aiden’s heart. He trembled, blood surging to his throat, and with a violent cough, he spat a mouthful of it onto the ground.

“Then how do you know what side you’re on is the right side?” “Because,” I replied, “We have people well over the age of 25 living in our communities. Death has been a rarity for us. And we all have powers.” I let the sentence hang between us for a few moments, giving it a chance to sink in. “No.” S breathed in shock. “No, that’s not possible.” “Believe it,” Jax said lightly. “It’s true.” “It can’t be. They die by 25. We have funerals for them. Each time it’s between 22-25.” She sounded slightly panicked.

“But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?” Julien nodded slowly, as if he had anticipated my question. “I was surprised too, but the village head mentioned it while we were on our way earlier.” He looked toward Mrs. Narti’s house. “He said that in remote areas like this, it’s quite common. Many couples have more than five children, even into their old age.” I fell silent, processing his words. Julien continued, “It’s not that they don’t want to, but there’s no education on spacing pregnancies. Contraception is still a foreign or even taboo topic here. Some are afraid, and others feel it’s not a p

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

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.

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.

I jumped down from the flowerbed and walked away without looking back. Somehow, someone had recorded everything and uploaded it online, including the evidence I had posted in the group chat. The Christmas holidays was prime time for drama, and within an hour, it went viral. The internet exploded with comments. “Oh my god, what kind of family is this? That’s terrifying.” “So it’s true what they say. once there’s a stepmother, there’s a stepfather problem too.” “The scariest part is the sister. She’s hated her for years over this? That’s insane.”