In Five Years Ebook Novels & Stories

Fight for the fairy tale it does exist . Tanya(P.O.V) Time skips to five years Everything had changed in these five years and the change was good and amazing to say the least . My life had been getting more mesmerized with each passing day . Life has been kinder to me . It felt like a dream , I never thought of seeing myself like this happy , content and at peace with myself . I no longer suffer from those nightmare , those mental breakdowns . I thought that life will be never the same again after I lost my parents but he proved me wrong he made me believe that my life is still beautiful and is because of him and our family . In these five years we had grown together , went through the ups a

“We meet again, at long last.” Again. The word echoed louder than it should have. My body tensed against the restraints, my mind already moving, already searching for connections, for memories that hadn’t fully surfaced yet. Because there was something there. Something just out of reach. “Stay away from what is mine,” they continued, stepping closer, their tone shifting slightly, sharpening at the edges. “I thought I made that clear five years ago.” Five years. The number landed harder this time, pulling at something buried deep enough that it didn’t come forward immediately, but it didn’t disappear either.

~15 years ago~ A little guy at the age of 5 was busy reading a book under an old tree but still stood tall and look Almighty. His low grade cheap glasses make a silent noise whenever he turned his head to look at the next page. He reads very quietly that if one make a slightest noise around him, that noise will be transferred through his ears, like the light footstep at the back of the tree he was currently reading his psychological book in and that was heading its ways to him.

I'll hold on to that for now. I'll see him again. In five years.

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.

"Five men already facing execution for loving me. Now add a council conspiracy and an ancient army into the mix. How is any of you supposed to survive this?" Nobody answered right away. Then Kieran, standing silently near the window the entire time, finally spoke, his voice low and absolutely certain. "We survive it the same way we've survived everything else. Together. Whatever it costs." Before anyone could respond, Luca's laptop chimed sharply with an incoming alert, an automated flag he'd set up days earlier for any mention of the sealed archive terms across pack networks. He opened it, scanned the message, and went pale. "What?" Damon asked immediately.

"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.

~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies Coming end of 2023…

The date glared up at her in black ink. December 15th, 2020. Five years ago. Her wedding day. The day she'd married Seris Ashford in a ceremony that had cost more than most people's houses and meant absolutely nothing to the groom. "Miss Winters?" "I'm fine," Silver called out, her voice steadier than she felt. "Give me a moment." She heard Marie's footsteps retreat and sank into the desk chair, her mind racing. This was insane. People didn't just wake up five years in the past. They didn't get do-overs. Death was final. The river had been real—she could still feel the ghost of that cold, the burn in her lungs, the moment her body had simply given up.

The counter-verse, the holder’s shield: Five gifts to ground what power yields Salt for truth, and ash for wrong, Wind for change, and bone for bond; A name once kept, at last set free Thus caged fire learns to breathe. “When sky turns iron, mountains mourn, Seek eyries where the storms are born. There waits the last, the final sworn, To close the wound and crown the thorn.” “Beware the crown that sings of war; A queen may rule, or end the shore. If grief is helm and rage the blade, Balance bleeds and light will fade. But choose the quiet brave instead Build with hands that once drew red.” “And if they stand, the five made whole, One breath, one will, one woven soul,