In Five Years Ebook Novels & Stories

I won't let Sebastian and Natasha win. What do I do now? My mind races as I try to come up with a backup plan. I need something bigger. I need something that will destroy Sebastian’s image so completely that no amount of “lovey-dovey” couple photos can save him. And right then, the answer hits me. Vanessa. The bitch he left me for in the past five years ago. Quickly, I grab my laptop and open the folder I have been keeping for five years. There it is. The video of Sebastian proposing to Vanessa five years ago on that live television show.

"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?

The remote felt heavy in my pocket, a promise and a weapon. I remembered every filthy second from earlier; how she’d lifted the dress in front of me, her cheeks burning, and inserted the thick toy inside her slick opening. The tiny whimper that had slipped from her lips when it filled her. The way her thighs had quivered. My dick had been aching ever since, half-hard and pressing against my zipper. Five years. Five fucking years. And one look at her still had me forgetting my own name.

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.

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.

The caption that was attached to the photo read, "Mommy's New Year's present for Lindsey. She was so happy that she started jumping for joy." I continued scrolling through the chat. In October, there was a photo that was captioned, "Lindsey's fifth birthday. Mommy promised to bring us to the beach." In August, it read, "Lindsey's first parent-teacher conference. Mommy looked so beautiful in her suit." In May, the text was, "Lindsey fell sick. Mommy kept vigil by her side the entire night." The earliest photo was sent five years ago, showing a newborn's feet.

She continued reading, her curiosity piqued. "Want to know more about The Five Knights? Click here for juicy details on these five heartthrobs!" Without a second thought, Aza clicked the link, ready to delve into the world of these enigmatic Knights. "I'm officially a stalker now," she confessed to herself, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "But hey, I'm already this far, might as well go all in!" And with that, she plunged headfirst into the world of the five Knights, her plan to charm one of them taking shape with each detail she uncovered.

FIVE YEARS LATER Valerie Five years ago, I ran through the woods bleeding, hunted like prey. Today, three alphas are outside my door, waiting for a consultation with me, the most renowned doctor in the land. I lean back in my seat, tapping the desk absently as Mireya hums across from me. She has aged like fine wine. Her shiny grey-streaked hair pulled back into a bun, a fashionable cashmere coat hung over her shoulders. She stares at me, thin creases lining her forehead.

He had a lot of people to write to. data-p-id=8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e,style=text-align:left;,*** data-p-id=14da9fa5d5bffe76714efa73d166289c,Five days. data-p-id=eab4dd15aafad84892e28d81f9e30fcc,Five days of waiting.

Two territories north, Wren read hers in the small cabin that had somehow, over five years, grown into a proper pack house, and felt something in her chest do the exact same thing, though neither of them, obviously, could have known that. Five years of careful distance, five years of half-answered rumors and buried certainties, and a single piece of parchment was about to undo all of it in one room, in front of every pack that mattered, whether either of them was ready for that or not. Neither of them was ready. Neither of them, in the end, was going to get a choice about it.