Number Five Novels & Stories

She repeated the numbers blankly until she noticed the contact name. "Linda Clark! Did she take Renee? Was it her?" Her emotions surged, forgetting about the numbers. Carl's eyes narrowed, radiating terrifying authority. Seeing trouble, Patrick quickly moved to hold Susanne, soothing her: "Honey, calm down. Answer Carl’s question." Susanne took deep breaths: "It's a code between Renee and me. 505 means 'danger, need help,' and the last number indicates location. But we never even decided what 4 meant - where did 5 come from?"

Jade was sitting leisurely while Five was standing before her with a respectful expression on his face. He looked like a servant before his master. Five was the number two in Village Pott, his authority second only to Ouro. Yet, this big shot was standing so respectfully in front of this shameless woman who performed for men. Even if word about this got out, no one would believe it.

"Like...between you all? As you are bonded to the same person?" Caius shook his head. "That's the specific nature of a Five-Fold Bond versus a standard pairing. In a standard bond, a second bond attempt on the same omega would produce a rejection response as a way for the first bond to defend itself. In a Five-Fold configuration, the bonds are co-constitutive. They don't compete because they are not separate bonds. They're five parts of one bond." He paused. "Think of it as one lock with five keys. The keys don't compete with each other. They're each necessary."

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.

The second with a shattered jaw. I ran. Dawn found me at a human airport. I dialed a number I never thought I would use. "Dean Thorne. This is Selene Nightshade." His voice was calm. "I was wondering when you would call." "I need to report Alistair Blackthorn. Infidelity. Abuse. Misuse of restricted Moonflower Essence resulting in a death. Desecration of remains." I held my breath. "I have evidence. Recordings. Everything." A pause. Then: "The council will hear it. Come to the liaison office. I will send Gideon Frost to meet you."

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.

Should I ask for a thousand more or be bold and ask for five thousand dollars? After all, I had a mortgage. If I could get a salary of five thousand dollars, it would make my life so much better. "Uh… I think five thousand dollars…" I said the number tentatively, my voice trailing off at the end. When Richard heard that, he looked at me with an unreadable expression. That look made my heart skip a beat. Did I ask for too much? "Five thousand dollars?" he repeated before shaking his head helplessly. "Ms. Lawrence, are you joking? Given your ability and background, that figure in this industry is an insult to you and to our professional judgment."

“Nobody is marrying anybody. We’re just… dating.” Theo held up his phone. “Group chat name: ‘Team Fifth Vow.’ I’m making it.” Ava lunged toward him. “DO NOT MAKE A GROUP CHAT!” Theo ran. “It’s TOO LATE, MA!” Maya laughed, tears in her eyes. “Oh my God… this family is… everything.” Marvella whispered, “Lord give me strength.” Ava turned to Marcus, mortified. “They’re insane.” He smiled softly. “I love them.”