Five Years Later Book Novels & Stories

But he heard it as me rubbing salt in his wounds. Before I could explain, he severed the link. What the hell? I paced the room until my eyes landed on the calendar, and I froze. It was five years in the future. The maid's bizarre words suddenly clicked into place. It dawned on me that I might have traveled five years into the future. In those five years, Marcus had defeated his brother and become Alpha. We'd had our mating ceremony. I was carrying his child. But why was he treating me so coldly? What happened in those five years?

“You never did tell me what happened after you left to search for Layla five years ago.” “It’s a long story. One I don’t rejoice in recalling.”

FIVE YEARS LATER Valerie Five years ago, I ran through the woods bleeding, hunted like prey. Today, three alphas are outside my door, waiting for a consultation with me, the most renowned doctor in the land. I lean back in my seat, tapping the desk absently as Mireya hums across from me. She has aged like fine wine. Her shiny grey-streaked hair pulled back into a bun, a fashionable cashmere coat hung over her shoulders. She stares at me, thin creases lining her forehead.

⸻ “You were never supposed to find my book.” End of Chapter 57 🖤 To Be Continued…

"My father's death was his own choice. My mother's death was her illness. Both of those may have something to do with Anna's mother. But they have nothing to do with Anna." "Her mother left when she was ten. She understood nothing. You cannot put their guilt on her." "These five years, she dropped out of school. She carried a child alone. She sold her blood, she ran packages through the underground, she was in a motorcycle accident. And she did all of it while keeping a critically ill daughter alive. Can you imagine how she made it through that? And you still think she's like her mother? Chasing money and men?" "The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't go to meet her that day. If I ha

Just with a quiet acceptance that some stories end badly. I turned back to the kitchen to start the coffee. Gideon found me there an hour later, hair messy, eyes soft. "You're up early." "Couldn't sleep." "Bad dreams?" "No." I poured him a cup. "Good thoughts." He raised an eyebrow. "That's new." I laughed. "I've spent ten years afraid of the future. Afraid of trusting the wrong person." "And now?" I looked at him—at the quiet strength in his face, at the patience he had shown me year after year.

Five Years Later Mary’s POV Five years was a long enough time to heal wounds and rebuild a life. Beneath the peaceful Swiss sky, my life had finally found its perfect rhythm. Now at twenty-five, I had shed all the fragile, naive memories of my girlhood, transforming into a beloved wife and a young mother to two little angels. "Careful, Chloe! Don't run too fast, Sweetheart!" I called out from the back terrace of the mansion, watching the four-year-old toddler laughing joyfully as she chased butterflies in the garden.

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

I'm sure their family is happy as of the moment as they are completed. It's been five years. Yes. Five years has passed. It's been so long since that unusual event in my life, but it seems like it all happened yesterday. “Fine. It's up to you if that's what you really want to address me. Is there anything I can do? Of course nothing. Go on. Call me Madam.”

After 5 Years... Everything was going fine with the Soledad, Estacio, and Mendoza family. The fleeting instances were over and they all started a remarkable memorable and adventurous life. A lot of things happened in five years. In the span of five years, their lives had been woven together by a tapestry of both joyous and sorrowful events, each leaving an indelible mark on the fabric of their shared journey. From the elation of celebrating career milestones and personal achievements to the heartache of bidding farewell to loved ones and weathering unforeseen challenges, they had learned to dance amidst the unpredictable rhythm of life.