Five Years Later Book Novels & Stories

On my journey back to the downtown district, I leaned wearily against the window. Memories of the past five years flashed in my mind. My wolf had never been so silent and couldn't even manage a whimper. I knew that just like me, she was dead and empty inside. How had I spent the past five years? For nights, I'd been alone, wrestling the restlessness and heat from the mate bond. I'd never slept a night in peace. When managing pack affairs, I'd faced the power-hungry elders' schemes alone. When patrolling the pack compounds, I'd fought off rogues in the woods alone.

I stared at the message for a long time before replying, "You're the one who chose this path, Simon. You had plenty of chances to turn back. You could have stopped what was happening when Lydia married me, or when she got pregnant, or when Lindsey was born. "However, you chose the worst possible path. You can't blame anyone for your decisions." I blocked Simon's number after sending the message, finally ending the most painful chapter of my life. My phone lit up a few minutes later. I had just received a new message in the work chat. The project I was working on in my new company was proceeding smoothly. The director, Vincent Ellis, declared he would treat us to a celebratory meal. "Got it.

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Chapter 13 : Echoes Across Time Five years had elapsed since the landscape of my life had been reshaped by Evelyn's mysterious disappearance. The once-vibrant cityscape, now familiar in its contours, bore the indelible marks of the passage of time. In the wake of her absence, the metropolis had become a silent witness to the ebb and flow of seasons, each change a reminder of the years that slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.

Five Years Later (It’s been five years since I looked beyond Luke. It was quite hard to even breathe in the beginning because my days used to begin thinking about him and end up doing the same. I made my life hell because of him. How did I run behind a person who didn’t even care for me? I was an idiot. The Luke I loved was someone else who died when he passed the school. The Luke I married was a heartless person. I still cherished the moments I spent with Luke in my school times.

I said calmly. Nathan's eyes lit up. Chelsea's well-defined brows knitted together as she seethed. "Nate has already explained that he didn't see you, Ryan. It was just an accident. Don't push it! Do you really want to divorce over such a trivial matter?" I was the one who chose Nathan's name for him. I had hoped he would truly be a gift from God in our lives. However, now, the child I had spoiled for five years was baring his fangs at me.

Five Years Later Ivory’s POV What is the difference between times past and time’s past? I personally do not know. I do not know. But I do know that it’s been five years. Five long years since I last saw life the gates of Cadet Prison. Since that incident— The incident that changed my life, the one that brought me in here but most importantly, the one that gave me my son. Standing outside the gates of Cadet Prison after all these years, the air tugging on my skin felt different, felt new.

From my window I looked out at a patch of empty ground. I sat in front of the dressing table, staring at the ring on my left hand. After all these years, the band had left a faint white mark at the base of my finger, like a small scar. I slid the ring off and pushed it to the back of the dresser drawer, where I kept the things I no longer used. I curved my mouth into a small, tired smile. It was never my place to begin with. Maybe it really was time to go. How many five-year stretches does a person get?

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."