In Five Years Book Summary Novels & Stories

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

As consequence, we had adapted to human ways. A sob shook my body, shattering my fragile composure. This wasn’t the world I had sworn to protect. Following Kali’s despair to the source, I had accidentally flashed realms. There was nothing in the old records about the existence of different realms, let alone about how to reach them. After returning from the Overlook Hotel, curiosity about their existence had spurred me into researching The Chariot’s vast library, discovering … nothing. What if I was stranded here? How could I get back home without understanding how I’d ended up here? Dad would freak out, discovering me gone. He’d ground me again for sure if I ever made it back, adult or not.

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.”

"My father's death was his own choice. My mother's death was her illness. Both of those may have something to do with Anna's mother. But they have nothing to do with Anna." "Her mother left when she was ten. She understood nothing. You cannot put their guilt on her." "These five years, she dropped out of school. She carried a child alone. She sold her blood, she ran packages through the underground, she was in a motorcycle accident. And she did all of it while keeping a critically ill daughter alive. Can you imagine how she made it through that? And you still think she's like her mother? Chasing money and men?" "The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't go to meet her that day. If I ha

A massive emerald, ringed by a halo of diamonds, sparkled in the candlelight. I shivered when his fingertips grazed my neck. “Perfect,” he whispered in my ear. “Like it was made for you.” I raised my champagne glass, trying to hide my racing heart. Orion sat across from me, his gray eyes burning into mine, threatening to melt me. It had been five years since I was reborn. Five years I’d spent by his side. I was his secret. His only woman. I knew he didn’t do marriage. But the way he looked at me, the way he made love to me… it made me hope. It made me dream that he would ask me to be his wife.

The pen tip tore through the paper with such force that it nearly pierced straight through. "Fine, Shania! Just wait. Once you walk out that door, you'll regret it," Grant bellowed. I ignored his powerless fury. I simply packed the rest of my personal belongings into the box, picked it up, and marched through the office with my head held high. My colleagues on either side averted their eyes. No one dared to speak. When I reached the door, I turned back and took one last look at this place where I had spent five years. I recalled the cramped workstations and the messy papers.

“At forty, I wanted out. Out of the boardrooms. Out of the expectations. Out of the constant decisions about other people’s money. I was divorced. I was tired. I was… lonely in a house full of staff and no warmth.” Ava’s heart went soft. “And now?” “At fifty-five,” he said, “I want a life that makes sense when I’m not in a suit. I want to be a man my daughter respects not because of my company, but because of my character. I want to wake up next to someone who isn’t impressed by me—but is proud of who we are together.” Their eyes met and held. “I’m not impressed by you,” Ava said, a smile tugging her lips. “But you do make me proud sometimes.”

“It took everything I had to find you today. I just want one chance to make things right and get back together.” Riley fell to his knees too. “Daddy, I miss you so much…” I stood there, unmoved. I had no intention of helping either of them up. “Do you know how I survived those five years in prison, constantly bullied and beaten? I held on because I kept thinking of you both. Even when they had only left me one drop of water, that thought was what kept me alive. “But everything I went through had been brought on by you two. And after all that, I was still dumb enough to feel grateful that you hadn’t completely abandoned me. I’ll never make that mistake again.

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

Dennis froze, opening his mouth but failing to form any words. I looked at Dennis. "Dennis, no matter what, those five years are gone. Even if I didn't stage my death, I would still feel… you're no longer the one I would choose." The color drained from his face, but I continued. "Don't force me to call everything we had a mistake. Or perhaps you'd rather I really were dead before you could finally let go of me?" "No!" He interrupted me sharply, his eyes filled with profound sorrow, his voice edged with desperation. "Tracy, I was wrong. I was really wrong. As long as you're okay… please, don't go dying on me again. I... I'll stay away."