In 5 Years Book Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? What kindergarten? Who's Dottie?" My hair stood, my tears threatening to run down my face. "What are you saying? Dottie, our daughter—Dorothy Grant!" A helpless sigh escaped him. "Honey, we've been married for five years. Both of us work and decide not to have children. You've never even given birth." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never given birth? Who was that girl this morning who clung to my neck and smelled like milk and honey? What about the scar on my belly, the one I got from giving birth to her?

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

It was my fifth year of marriage to Julian. For the previous four Christmases, I was not able to spend the holiday with my parents even once. The Carter family had always believed that since I had married into their family, I should spend the holidays with them. This year, I finally decided I was not going to give in anymore. "I want to spend Christmas with my parents." Julian did not even look up. "I need to be with my family too." His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "If you want to go, then go by yourself."

"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.

Jubi held up a box, “this one is for you. From Royal.” She frowned as she looked to him and noted he was watching her carefully. “What is it?” “You need to open it to find out.” Jubi laughed. She gingerly unwrapped the square container and then lifted the lid off the box and stared at the little book with confusion. Then her heart leapt to her throat. “Royal,” she whispered. She lifted the book and stared at the cover. It was simply titled “Precious years one through five.” “Famke!” Precious looked over her shoulder to see what it was. “It’s about me!” She leaned back laughing, “that’s funny. Uncle Royal, you gave Famke a book about me?”

Her marked tits, clamped-red nipples, dripping holes, and tear-streaked face, all of it mine. “Five years, Rosa. Five years, and you’re still exactly the same,” I whispered.

"Are you sure you want a divorce? Our sixth wedding anniversary is next week, Ryan!" My wife, Chelsea Hale, held her five-year-old son, Nathan Hale, in her arms and gently caressed his cheek. He was always so well-behaved in front of her. Blood relations really were a bizarre thing. Even though I was the one who had taken care of him and raised him since he was a baby, his favorite person was still Chelsea. Looking out the window, I suppressed the discomfort that was building up inside of me. "I've made up my mind. I don't want anything. Please get the divorce agreement as soon as possible," I said calmly.

Little did I know that he had given all his burning love to Elsa, and what was left for me was just cold indifference. The next day, I woke up before dawn and noticed the screen of Xavier's phone glowing. He was turned away from me, chatting with someone saved in his contacts as "El". "Xavier, I'm coming back. I had only left five years ago because your parents told me you had decided to marry Halyna Joffrin."

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

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.