Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

I've met a lot of them throughout my stay here and I must say they're quite pestering. It's been five years, five years of loneliness, the worst five years of my life. Five years after the incident that happened back at my pack. I've been waiting, staring out the window and sitting at the door, waiting for a sigh, a knock, anything at all to let me know that they were still alive and I was wrong. But none, just the knocks of these irritating human males who managed to trace me up to my house, to ask for a date. They have no idea that would never happen and the only who would receive that is my mate, the one I lost.

“He is right. We have time. Let’s not rush things.” “We have given this five years already,” Rhett propped himself up on his elbow, his neck cording and his teeth clenched. “Five f-king miserable years, Heath.” “Not all of it has been miserable,” Cameron protested. “We’ve had good times.” “Always knowing that we were incomplete,” Rhett pointed out. “Not knowing where she was or who she was with, whether she was safe and happy…” His voice broke on the word, and he ducked his chin letting his hair fall over his face to hide his emotion. He shook his head slowly. “We lost her five years ago, we were so confident that she would come back on her own… And then we lost her again, at the river house

Edwina My mother’s face goes pale, her wine glass trembling in her grip. "What did you just say?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "No, it can't be," Abuela murmurs, her shock palpable. The hum of conversation and clinking cutlery vanishes, leaving only a suffocating silence in its wake. "Our daughter died almost fifteen years ago," my father growls, his fists slamming against the table so hard the silverware rattles. "So what kind of bullshit is this?"

AFTER FIVE YEARS******** FLASHBACK BEFORE ABDUCTION OF VIRANICA BY MARCELLO AURTHUR▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ ♡VIRANICA POV♡ these five years changed everything in my life I lost each and every hope in my life I don't know how many times I attempted suicide even yesterday I attempted suicide whenever I remember mom or prince I don't wants to live any longer I hope atleast now I will die

present after 5 years bro wake up it's time for college dont be late let's go sorry I forgot to introduce my brother Roshan one year younger than me but my bestie whom I share everything 5 years changed my life a lot my dad business again came back into normal position with his hardwork now we are a happy family as past but only thing is after that night I started to hate girls, rain and god in these 5years I never visited god I never dated any girl though girls die for my handsome figure and money but I never cared anyone I started my own business which is top1 and powerful company but no one knows that I owns that company here we go prestigious business college named Layola college of busi

The wrinkles on their foreheads, as they cackled at a joke, made my jaw tick in annoyance, so I glanced away. That could have been Aria and I. I couldn’t consent more to the saying, “You don’t know the worth of what you have till you lose it,” There wasn’t a chance for me in her life right now, and I know it. But I can’t just give up on her. I have realized I am just trash without her for the last five years. Snapping her fingers at my face, She said “Here is your drink,” I wasted no time in downing all the content in the tumbler. I grimaced as the liquid trickled down my throat, leaving a burning sensation. I concluded that it was a good distraction as every part of my body seemed to focus

But maybe that was just false hope, hope that he was wrong. The questions swirled in my head. Everything seemed so uncertain. Five years. Five years to find a way not to die in five years. The drug wasn't even on the market and at the rate things were going... A sob escaped my lips, a raw sound that tore through the silence of the room. Five years wasn't enough. I was already drowning in trying to get the challenge circle off. It wasn't enough time to do everything I wanted, to see Cecil grow, to hear Richard's first words.

Five Years Later: Pierce Landon sat slouched on the velvet couch of the VIP room at HEX Club—the same room that once held laughter, mischief, and the occasional scandalous smile from women who liked him too much. Now, it only held silence. The lights were dimmed low, music pulsing softly beyond the walls, but even the bass couldn't reach his soul anymore. It had been five years. Five whole years since Camille disappeared. Five years of searching. Of chasing shadows, dead ends, rumors, and dreams. He couldn't count how many flights he'd boarded to countries he'd never cared for—chasing the smallest leads.

I was not going to pay him any attention, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. “Does it make you happy to see your wife and son like me but hate you? Don’t tell me you still don’t know it was me and your wife who got you thrown in prison? You’re really pathetic. You've been fooled for over five years, and your own mother died from the stress we caused her.” My breath hitched and my heart clenched painfully.

Why did Francis waste five years of his life on me, just for a bet? Those were five years of my precious life. For so many years, I was toyed with like a dog. I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth and checked the balance on my card. Everything added up to only $858. After five years of misery, I couldn't even afford a single plane ticket. All I had was a cheating boyfriend, an empty wallet, and a broken shell of a body. Every single one of them was pushing me towards the abyss. But I held back my tears because the man behind all this suffering was right next to me.