Number Five Novels & Stories

The whole place felt quiet and empty. I had brought Justin here once before, wanting him to see the home I grew up in. However, he thought it was too cold and lifeless, so he didn’t want to stay long. Yet, compared to Dad’s new house, I thought this place still felt warmer. After Mom passed away, my stepmother showed up with her daughter. Not long after, Dad and she had a son together. Just like that, the small family Dad and I once had turned into a household of five. He was no longer just my dad, and that home was no longer just mine.

He ignored the pressure from two Alphas bearing down on him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I’m telling the truth! Wren left me five years ago, and she was already pregnant! That pup over there? He’s mine! The timeline fits perfectly! What, do you all think I’m blind?" His voice rose higher, thick with accusation. "Alpha Nolan, are you really okay with this? Raising another’s pup like your own?" I laughed. At first, it was a low chuckle, but it grew louder and louder until tears welled up at the corners of my eyes. "Oh, Aiden," I said, voice edged with scorn. "You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you

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"Really, Sebastian? We're here to celebrate Rebecca's engagement! This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, and now you've made her cry! Do you have any idea how long the makeup artist spent on her look? Now it's all ruined—because of you!" Sebastian stood stiffly amidst the growing crowd, his expression vacant, as if waking from a nightmare. Without responding to my mother, he snatched his phone back from Rebecca's trembling grip and opened the image Riley had sent. As the image loaded, its resolution sharpened, and the details became clearer. As my father stood the closest to Sebastian, he saw the image best. "Has Naomi come out of hiding?" he sneered. "Ha! So, she finally deci

It was my first time going to get my book published, and I was nervous and also excited. "Thank you so much, ma'am..." "That reminds me... After reviewing the work, we have decided to offer you a one-time payment of five thousand dollars. This way, MoonNovel has the copyright to it, and can't be published on another platform. Do you agree to that?" She asked me, and I almost scoffed. I mean, does she need to ask me that? I'm fucking interested. This is a jackpot for me. I have never earned a thousand dollars all my life, and now I was going to earn five times of it, so how the fuck was I not supposed to be interested?

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It was the beginning of an everlasting friendship for them both. After they had both cried, Niyi’s mother said, “Niyi, I want to tell you something. Do you know about the five senses?” Niyi nodded. It was in a poster in their class. “Eye, ear, tongue, nose, and..” she couldn’t remember the last one. She wiped her wet eyes on her sleeve as she struggled to. “Skin,” her mother said and tickled her, making her laugh. “Remember, we all have five senses. If you lose one you’ll get four out of five. Is that a good score?”

Even with a mask on, he recognized her. Gulping the last of his drinks, he placed the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. Stepping up to the table, his eye robbed across the paper slips with numbers written on them. One caught his eye, a number fourteen. He dazed at it for a long time and then moved on. Another caught his eyes, it looked like the number fourteen, but did not look like it as well. He picked it up and went to the next table. That was how he wrote his fourteen.

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.