Five Years Later Book Novels & Stories

The pen tip tore through the paper with such force that it nearly pierced straight through. "Fine, Shania! Just wait. Once you walk out that door, you'll regret it," Grant bellowed. I ignored his powerless fury. I simply packed the rest of my personal belongings into the box, picked it up, and marched through the office with my head held high. My colleagues on either side averted their eyes. No one dared to speak. When I reached the door, I turned back and took one last look at this place where I had spent five years. I recalled the cramped workstations and the messy papers.

Lily said wistfully. "Lily, look, I'm busy. You know that, right? You should consult me. I'm healthy, you're not." That memory continued to be the center of the storm inside Levi. A single tear finally spilled out, full of regret. *** Five years have passed. Lily closed her eyes for a moment. Feeling the breeze that hit her face. She let her hair, which was now as long as her back, down. Only a small pin on each side. "Levant, don't run. You'll fall."

Special Chapter 1: Triplets Lura Elise POV: It has already been five years . . . . . .five wonderful years of my life, the moment I said 'I do' to the most gorgeous man that I have ever laid my eyes on. And since then, I became more happy and contented.

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

I look younger. I glance frantically around until my eyes land on my phone resting on the bed. With trembling hands, I grab it and press the power button. The date flashes on the screen. November 20, 2024. Five years. I have gone back five years. A strangled sound escapes me as I stagger backward, my hand clamping over my mouth. The world tilts. My family—they're alive. I am back before everything falls apart. Before my father’s company crumbles, before Lisa’s betrayal, before my mother and brother...

Five Years Later Laura 'When there's life, there's hope.' I, Laura Crawford, would bet a billion dollars on that—and be sure as hell to hit the gold mine. Five years passed, and my world morphed from grass to grace; half grace, to be specific, because some nasty pests won't just go away, despite the unrelenting herbicides—Revenge. Every passing day, I assayed letting go of the past and leading a promising life, but the pumping machine keeping me alive hungers with the urge to get its pound of flesh.

"Fine, fine. I'll drop the mystery big shot for now. But speaking of big shots... anything from Vance & Co. yet?" ​Liana let out a heavy sigh, lifting her head to look at her best friend. "Nina, please. It's been two full weeks. Radio silence. That ship has sailed." ​"Did you check today?" ​"No, because it's just going to be the same empty inbox," Liana said dryly. ​"Just check it one last time," Nina coaxed softly, giving her arm a gentle nudge. "Just so you can officially close that door and move on."

The bell above the bookshop door chimed softly as Ava stepped inside. The scent of old pages and steeped tea wrapped around her like an old friend. The shelves hadn’t changed much in the years since she last came. Still crooked in places. Still filled with poetry and rebellion. It had been five years since the garden. Five years since she stepped through the glass doors of the Sinclair Wolfe Foundation and whispered to herself, This time, it’s mine. And it had been five years of real, messy, beautiful work.

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"Tomorrow, the Rahim Group's industry gala. The day after, the formal contract meeting. I look forward to all of it." Priya takes the front seat of the car and immediately pulls out her tablet again. I slide into the back and Timothy follows, close enough that our shoulders are touching. I watch Manhattan slide past the window like something you're afraid to touch. Streets I used to walk. Corners I used to turn. A coffee shop that's still there, somehow. Timothy's eyes are on me. "You're quiet," he says. "It's been five years." I meet his green eyes. He smiles. "Five years is a long time."