Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

"It was a lesson I learned late and hard. She came to it early. She is cleverer than I was." "She is the cleverest thing I have ever seen." He said it simply, wonderingly, a man reporting a fact that had rearranged his whole world. "I stood there and I watched her argue about eggs and I thought, that is mine. That came from me and from you and it argues about eggs. And I have missed five years of it." His hand closed and opened at his side. "Five years of eggs. Of everything. I will never get them back. I know that. I am not asking you to give them back, I know you cannot. I am only telling you I understand now, finally, exactly what the arithmetic came to. You told me in the alley I had was

I had been in love with Leo, the Don of a Mafia family. For seven years, I was there with him through the darkest nights, cleaned up after him more times than I could count, and convinced myself that he would give me the ending I deserved. When word got back to me that Leo was planning a proposal, I could barely contain the tremble in my fingers. However, the woman he was proposing to wasn’t me. My eyes burned, and my voice was barely a whisper. “Why?” Leo pulled me into his arms in assurance, his chest warm against my skin, but the words coming out of his mouth were anything but. “Nina has cancer. Her only wish is to know what it’s like to be proposed to. I couldn’t say no to h

Menace and loathing that are pointed towards to Ivy replaced the look of surprise and pain on his face. I’m also furious too and if I could I would jump to where Ivy is and kill her. I would have her abducted, transport her to an unknown forest while she sleeps and point a gun towards her and laugh like a maniac. I will give her a taste of her own medicine just so she would experience what we are experiencing right now. “Five years were wasted, Warren. Five years gone because of a lie,” I whispered to him and sniffed. The tears were gone now, but the pain of the truth isn’t.

Never Again 🌷 “Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” Lisa Kleypas ~•~ •X A V I E R• Would you call it bad luck or the worst timing, if you end up working with the same person you spent five years hating?

" He had promised. "I will wait for you, Tann. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you." I had vowed.🔛🔛🔛 That was the promise we made each other. A promise we broke. A promise that wasn't kept at last, from our ends. A promise that passed with time. A promise I would have done everything to live through. A promise I wanted so damn much for it to come to pass. Five years has passed already.

AFTER FIVE YEARS @RISHI POV@ it's been five years iam the most eligible bachelor and youngest business tycoon of the country but only thing I hate now is all girls really I hate them most that night I decided not to waste my life for the unworthy people **flashback**

“You weren’t ready.” “That’s not an excuse.” “No, but it’s the truth.” I shake my head, the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. “I don’t deserve you.” Rook sighs, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You don’t get to decide that.” I exhale sharply, my jaw clenching, my whole body locking up. “I wasted five years.” “Then don’t waste five more.”

"Go back to New York. I don't know what you're looking for here, but you won't find it." "I'm looking for answers." "Well, I don't have any for you. We're done. We were done five years ago." "Were we?"

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 lean on the bench and throw my head back. I don't think I can make it. Five years is torture, talk more living an eternity, wondering what could have been.