Romans & histoires Number Five

Her voice echoed in his head, sharp and unforgiving: "You had five chances. Only five." And just like that, he realized—he'd burned through them all. Would she ever come back? Could she? The weight of it hit him like a brick wall, and he sank to the floor, crushed by regret. Snapping out of it, he fumbled for his phone. He had to call her, had to hear her voice. But as he scrolled through his contacts, her number wasn't there. He always saved it under a nickname—but now, it was gone. Panic clawed at him as he tried to recall it from memory. Nothing. The digits blurred in his mind. Instead, Renee's number popped up, clear and familiar, burned into his brain from years ago.

Fifteen. Ten. Five. Explosion. Door blew inward

"Come here." His tone was extremely gentle, as if I was his most precious treasure. He tightened his grip and rubbed against my waist with one of his big hands affectionately.The heat seeping through my clothes set my body on fire."Don't resist,” he ordered as he kissed me.I closed my eyes, kissing him back, wanting more."Say you choose me…" he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.I couldn’t help but tremble in desire.However, all I could do in response was push him away.“I’m sorry, but I can’t…”***Ever since Mia was born, misfortune haunted her. Nothing worked out in her life. She was desperate for a way out when two powerful and unbelievably gorgeous alphas saved her from her

"I will send you five thousand dollars right away… Bye" @pop precious

I want to freeze tge five of us in time, forever. I want all of them. Even Axel.

Honest. Careless. He glanced at the screen again. Unknown Number. He should delete it. He didn’t. Instead, he pressed a button on his desk. Within seconds, his security analyst appeared on the monitor. “Yes, sir.” Kael’s voice was calm. “I need information on a number.” A pause. “Priority level?” Kael’s eyes darkened slightly as he replayed her laugh in his head. “Immediate.” The analyst nodded and disappeared from the screen. Kael leaned back in his chair, staring at the city.

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

I had failed her. "I understand, Mom. Don't worry. I'll take a few days to adjust. Once I finalize my divorce, I'll return to the company." She studied me carefully, as if trying to confirm the truth for herself. "This time… you really mean to divorce her?" I gave no reply, only a heavy, silent nod. Confusion clouded her features. She couldn't understand why, after five years of relentless persistence, I had suddenly let go. "Mom… Jake isn't my child."

Number five said, his hands raised high in Justice. “Don’t worry, I know who that motherfucker is.” “Who?”