Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

" I felt something inside me snap. I stood in the shadows, feeling like a laughingstock that had been stripped of my dignity. I had worked diligently for five years and never complained. I did the work of three people, working overtime until dawn without ever daring to ask for overtime pay. I negotiated discounts to save the company money and pushed through projects even when I was sick, just to meet deadlines. Looking back, it seemed I was the biggest joke in the world. "Alright, don't worry about her anymore." Grant yawned. "When you get back to the private room, remember to offer her another toast. Butter her up, okay? We need her to slave away on that big project next year.

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.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

In my five years with Cassian, the question I asked the most was, "Are you listening?" As the syndicate's heir, he always had an earpiece in, constantly buzzing with reports from the territories. I asked if he could go furniture shopping with me this weekend. He didn't even look up. "Sure." I told him I was out of allergy meds and wanted him to come to the pharmacy with me. He just replied, "Sure." But when I got dressed and waited in the foyer for a full half hour, he walked over and frowned. "It's late. Where are you going?" There were times I'd tear up and reach out to yank that thing out of his ear. He'd just pull me close and kiss the corner of my mouth. "I didn't catch that. I'm

In the past five years, no celebrities have exceeded that level of discussion. Snow Cecy felt very sad at the thought. It turns out that five years have passed. These five years can change a person. It will also let some feelings that originally existed in her heart disappear completely. Late at night, Snow Cecy sat in front of the computer and sorted out many excessive things Vicdor Blake had done in the past five years. She refined and packaged them in words and sent them to the hottest gossip weekly magazines in the capital. Her free exposure was a timely help to these journalists.

“Everyone knows why, Roby. I don’t have any say on this. Besides, we will go on our lives after this concert. I just want this to end.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Caden could almost hear the ticking of time from his wrist-watch, the air lurking around them starting to get heavy. He hated feeling that way. He hated feeling anything at all. “Take a break, Caden,” Mr. Roby said. “I’m on a break for three years now.” The chairman removed his eyeglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re not. You’re grieving for three years now and nobody pushes you to move on. You’re not well.”

He scratched the back of his neck, but my temper was boiling with each passing second. “Five years too late, don’t you think?” The edge in my tone surprised me, yet I didn’t try to suppress it. He sighed. “Look, Vic, I messed up, but—” “Messed up?” I scoffed. “Messing up is forgetting a birthday. Messing up is kissing a girl at a party! But being gone for FIVE YEARS with no calls, messages, or anything at all? That’s not f**king messing up! That’s a damn break-up declaration!” I was fuming.

Matteo's Pov "Twenty five million!" "Thirty million!" "Thirty five million!" "Fifty million!" My nose flare. Who the fuck is this bitch? It has been five years. It has been five fucking years! Five years since I lost my wife and everyday I regret the poor decisions I made on that day five years ago. After she was taken away by her friends, I thoroughly read through those documents until it dawned on me that I was mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. I read through those documents and finally understood her plight, I understood her need to remain silent but I was too late. She was already gone and I had to live with immense guilt.

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.