Five Survive Novels & Stories

"Alistair, please. Moonflower Essence is the only thing that can save her. She's been with me for five years. I can't lose her." I grabbed his arm. My voice broke. "Alistair. My mother is dying. She has hours. Give me the essence." Jade looked at me, her eyes wet and pitiful. "Selene... I'm so sorry. But this pup ate something poisonous. Acute heart failure. The healer said only Moonflower Essence can reverse it. Please... she's all I have." Alistair looked at the pup. Looked at me. His jaw worked. His eyes begged for an answer I could not give.

"I saw the recordings and videos from the accident. You were telling the truth. I… I never believed you. I wronged you so terribly. I'm begging your forgiveness. Can't we stop the divorce? Can't we try again?" Her eyes shimmered with desperate hope as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. But I shook my head. "Alicia, it's too late. There's nothing left to salvage. I've given it five years of my life, but in the end… this is where we stand." Alicia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, whispering apologies over and over. "I will never forgive you," I said, then left the room without another glance. The moment I stepped out, a sharp flick landed squarely on my forehead.

“It took everything I had to find you today. I just want one chance to make things right and get back together.” Riley fell to his knees too. “Daddy, I miss you so much…” I stood there, unmoved. I had no intention of helping either of them up. “Do you know how I survived those five years in prison, constantly bullied and beaten? I held on because I kept thinking of you both. Even when they had only left me one drop of water, that thought was what kept me alive. “But everything I went through had been brought on by you two. And after all that, I was still dumb enough to feel grateful that you hadn’t completely abandoned me. I’ll never make that mistake again.

Azazel chuckled, bringing his right hand to my chin and forcing me to look him in his eyes. "Really? How many times do I have to explain this, Aria?" He chuckled yet again, the amusement in those black eyes of his intensifying. "We are mates. And you're lucky enough to have not one, not two but FIVE mates. Do you see me getting jealous when you frolic with Sylvain or Orion?" My face heated up and I was sure I was redder than a tomato right now. So I was right with my hypothesis... I had five mates. Meaning there were two more out there mated to my Mystik and Rogue wolves respectively.

I аѕkеd, аlrеаdу knоwіng the answer. Jоеl’ѕ fасе instantly lit uр. “I Will Survive.” “Fіvе times.” Sаm grоаnеd. Oh dеаr gоd, оnсе was bad еnоugh wіthоut іnflісtіng thаt kind оf tоrturе еvеn mоrе. But fіvе times thаt was juѕt сruеl.

Should I ask for a thousand more or be bold and ask for five thousand dollars? After all, I had a mortgage. If I could get a salary of five thousand dollars, it would make my life so much better. "Uh… I think five thousand dollars…" I said the number tentatively, my voice trailing off at the end. When Richard heard that, he looked at me with an unreadable expression. That look made my heart skip a beat. Did I ask for too much? "Five thousand dollars?" he repeated before shaking his head helplessly. "Ms. Lawrence, are you joking? Given your ability and background, that figure in this industry is an insult to you and to our professional judgment."

Dishan replied, seeming calmer than he had appeared a minute ago. Turning on the phone, Gage entered the international access code and made the call. Nothing. He tried again, this time venturing into the open and using a different number. There were four phones assigned to Team Five, and he’d memorized all four numbers. What if his men hadn’t made it? The ambassador… and his best friend. The last time he’d seen Gannon, he’d been running headlong into enemy territory. “Alpha Five, this is Beta Five. You’re alive.”

Her voice echoed in his head, sharp and unforgiving: "You had five chances. Only five." And just like that, he realized—he'd burned through them all. Would she ever come back? Could she? The weight of it hit him like a brick wall, and he sank to the floor, crushed by regret. Snapping out of it, he fumbled for his phone. He had to call her, had to hear her voice. But as he scrolled through his contacts, her number wasn't there. He always saved it under a nickname—but now, it was gone. Panic clawed at him as he tried to recall it from memory. Nothing. The digits blurred in his mind. Instead, Renee's number popped up, clear and familiar, burned into his brain from years ago.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

The ones who had touched their ear followed suit. By then, I roughly understood that those gestures were signals for whether to play or fold. The more people that stayed in the round, the higher the payout would climb. When it was my turn, I played right into their trap and pretended to get cocky. "I'm in, too." The cups went up, revealing that Lawrence had rolled four fives. His four of a kind beat me by a hair. But how exactly were they doing it?