Number Five Novels & Stories

Everything had been cleaned so thoroughly that there wasn't a trace left of a child ever having lived here. My mind was on the edge of collapse. My nerves screamed, every sensation raw and disorienting. Lately, Chester had been busy and was always in the study late into the night. Our conversations had grown shorter and fewer. Even his attitude toward me had subtly changed. I knew it had to do with my "condition". He didn't want me disturbing him, so he kept me away from the study as much as possible. I respected that until… Meow… A soft, almost plaintive meow cut through the silence. It was Pudding, our five-year-old cat, the same age as Dorothy. We had gotten it the year she was born, and

The ones who had touched their ear followed suit. By then, I roughly understood that those gestures were signals for whether to play or fold. The more people that stayed in the round, the higher the payout would climb. When it was my turn, I played right into their trap and pretended to get cocky. "I'm in, too." The cups went up, revealing that Lawrence had rolled four fives. His four of a kind beat me by a hair. But how exactly were they doing it?

Zack glanced at it and quickly understood the question. In the first picture, there are five glasses of water, corresponding to the English numeral "five" in the third row of the second column, and corresponding to the “glasses” in the sixth row of the third column. Finally, he wrote the Arabic numeral "5" in the blank space. It only took him a minute. Meanwhile, Owen was bitterly fiddling with his fingers, muttering to himself, "1, 2, 3..." Zack raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“No. Only one under mine. The other four will be under my parents’, my eldest brother’s, my younger brother’s, and my sister’s names. I’ll bring their documents shortly.” “Of course, no problem at all. We’ve prepared some refreshments and tea for you. You can review the contracts while you eat.” Five units? For a moment, Piper thought she’d misheard. Nathan had clearly heard it too. “Did he just say five?” “That’s impossible,” Piper replied automatically. “It’s not like he’s buying groceries.” She wanted to doubt it—but the agent’s expression wasn’t fake. Her fingers twisted together unconsciously. Her emotions churned.

After all, contracts had consequences. I scanned through the terms, the usual legal jargon about discretion, confidentiality, all the things I expected. But then, something unusual caught my eye. Number 5. I frowned and looked up at Evander, confusion written all over my face. "Number 5? What does that mean?" Evander’s gaze didn’t waver. “You would be the fifth person signing this contract, ma’am. There have been four other ladies before you.” Her words felt like a punch to the gut. Four others? My heart thudded painfully in my chest as the reality of it hit me. Four others!

Gabriel’s frost lashed out in a silver arc, locking two more riders in place long enough for Silas to drive his dagger into the nearest gap in their armor. Lucius did not rush. He simply stepped into the path of the fifth rider, smiled with all his teeth, and opened the man’s throat in one clean motion. The courtyard exploded into chaos. Steel rang. Horses screamed. Rain turned the mud into a slick, treacherous arena. I stayed frozen on the landing, watching the five Alphas carve a bloody circle around the base of the tower. Every time one of them drew close enough for their element to brush my skin, the mark in my belly shuddered with greedy relief.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

Marcella stated. I smirked. “As decided as you are, let me now give you your respective roles in this team.” The Major raised his hand. “Wait, we don’t have a name yet!” I rolled my eyes. “Who cares about that?” “But I have a team name in mind,” he insisted. “Okay,” I sighed; “what is it?” “DetecFIVE!” He smiled. “You know? From the word ‘detective’ but change the T into F to make it the number five…”

his words just annoyed me. "Why didn't you search for Rose" I asked, since he claim to love Rose he should've searched for her, I even uploaded my pictures on my F******k and added my number back hoping he can see me from there. Well since he is never good with numbers I suppose he won't be able to search me up on F******k. "I did, she told me she works at Juvango, I asked Henry to help me search for any girl that works in Juvango called Rose" he exhaled and continued

if it isn't interfering with your working hour, then yes, like lunch break now. "So how many lunch breaks do we get?" -"just one.'' He answered. We were almost at the door by now. "Can we have sex with our partners during this lunch break?" -"what?? No." "Not even outside the building?" -"No." "What's your favorite color?" -"indigo." "Odd and uncommon, I like that... do you have a girlfriend? Asking for a friend." "Can you?!" He pressed his fingers against his forehead, raising his give a little and then trailing off mud way with a sigh. He closed his eyes, took a deep grey in, exhaled and reopened them to look at me, returning his calm voice as he spoke.