Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

My five years of love and waiting were wasted. I wiped my face, though I couldn't tell if it was the rain or tears, and dropped the gift box into the nearest trash can.

He ignored the pressure from two Alphas bearing down on him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I’m telling the truth! Wren left me five years ago, and she was already pregnant! That pup over there? He’s mine! The timeline fits perfectly! What, do you all think I’m blind?" His voice rose higher, thick with accusation. "Alpha Nolan, are you really okay with this? Raising another’s pup like your own?" I laughed. At first, it was a low chuckle, but it grew louder and louder until tears welled up at the corners of my eyes. "Oh, Aiden," I said, voice edged with scorn. "You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you

Each was marked for a different year, from age nine to 50. Overwhelmed, he pressed his face into Aaron's arms. "Dad, I was wrong. I was so wrong." Just then, Aaron's phone rang. His assistant's excited voice crackled through. "Mr. Mueller, I've located Mrs. Mueller." … Raymond got me into a college in Dastovia. It had a reputation for being a breeze to get into but a nightmare to graduate from. Word was, some students stuck around for eight years just to scrape their degree together.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

His dark eyes trapped her gaze. "Yes. It started with guilt," Jackson admitted hoarsely. "But Serenity, look at me." He moved his hands up from her ankle to her calf, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her skin. "When I saw those photos today... us, the kids... I realized something." "What?" "I realized I wasted five years of my life," Jackson said. "I lived in a big, empty house, making money that meant nothing. Today was the first time I felt alive." He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. Serenity could smell the cotton candy scent lingering on his shirt mixed with his masculine musk.

A bitter breath left my chest as the memory passed through my mind again. As the seconds continued to tick by, the regret only deepened. Regret for the words I never said. For the chance I never took. But regret was useless now. There was nothing I could do to change the past. Nothing I could undo. I had no choice but to live with it. Five years had passed since that night. Five years that disappeared faster than I ever thought possible. And yet some things remained frozen in time. Cyril had never fully recovered his wolf.

"Don't think putting on that look will make me feel sorry for you. You deserve all of this. If you hadn't hired someone to hit Christopher back then, he wouldn't be like this now." Whenever she recalled what had happened, Eliza still felt her blood boil. She slapped me hard across the face, and my already battered face gained yet another wound. Humiliated, I lowered my head and swallowed the bitter blood pooling in my throat. Seeing that I wasn't resisting, Eliza frowned and turned to the staff member nearby. "Christopher has been in this demented, foolish state for five years. Isn't the medicine you promised me ready yet?" As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face.

All of that was five years ago. The pain fades. Five years later, I was done surviving the slums. Dante showed up that same afternoon. I'd just gotten Lily down for a nap when the hotel suite buzzer went off. Five years. He looked like himself, just older, like something had worn him down. “Mia.” His voice was tight. “I heard you were back.” I stayed in the doorway. I didn't invite him in. “I've been looking for you for five years.”

"And you deserve your life back." I was too numb to think. The drive to the Vale mansion felt unbearably long. No one spoke. I stared silently through the window while countless memories flashed through my mind. If they really were my parents... Then what had my life been? A cruel joke? When the car finally stopped outside the mansion, my stomach twisted into painful knots. Five years. It had been five years since I'd walked out of this place after marrying Vincent. Five years since I'd been discarded like I had never mattered.

Then I went back inside, called off the wedding, and threw our engagement rings in the trash in front of everyone. It was time. This five-year waste of feeling was over.