In 5 Years Book Novels & Stories

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.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

My hand froze mid-cut as I was slicing her steak. My brain went numb. My vision blurred. "What?" My lips trembled as I forced the word out. "That night with Ryan five years ago. I got pregnant." Jessica didn't hold anything back. She even let out a small sigh of relief as she said it. "It's better that you know. I've been tired of hiding it for five years." I didn't know what to do with myself. I turned to my mother-in-law.

Then, suddenly, an idea sparked—hire a private investigator. I grabbed my phone in haste, searching for contacts, but by accident opened the Notes app instead. What I saw there made my blood run cold. Pages and pages, crammed with entries. I had always kept notes before, recording Alicia's preferences and our anniversaries. But now—now every entry belonged to the twenty-eight-year-old me. Each line bled with helplessness and despair. I scrolled through them all, reading every word. And at last… the truth of what happened that year revealed itself.

—Tracy. Beneath the caption was a video link. His hands trembled as he clicked it open. The screen filled with the image of me, painting. It was a step-by-step chronicle, from the initial pencil sketch to the meticulous finishing touches. Each stroke carried the weight of dedication and love. The version of me in the video smiled softly as I spoke to the camera. "This is my fifth-anniversary gift for my husband. Dennis Malcolm, thank you for staying by my side."

“Pick him up, ladies. He’s coming with us.” End of Book 5 If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar

The bell above the bookshop door chimed softly as Ava stepped inside. The scent of old pages and steeped tea wrapped around her like an old friend. The shelves hadn’t changed much in the years since she last came. Still crooked in places. Still filled with poetry and rebellion. It had been five years since the garden. Five years since she stepped through the glass doors of the Sinclair Wolfe Foundation and whispered to herself, This time, it’s mine. And it had been five years of real, messy, beautiful work.

I would get four new storybooks for now, and once they got exhausted, I would go for another. “Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter said at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me. I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter, where she stood behind it, and placed my hands on it. “What can I get you?” the polite lady asked. “I need at least four intriguing storybooks for a five-year-old boy.” Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?”

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And I didn’t remember why we were in the library. Until Mia said, “We just saw the book.” And I said, “What book?” Damian’s POV – After We reviewed our journals. Only Mia remembered the book. Only Nyx remembered touching it. The rest of us had blank entries. Even I, who never left her side, had nothing logged for that hour. “I think the book doesn’t want to be known,” the Fifth said. “I think it exists only long enough to remind us of something we chose to forget.”