Number Five Novels & Stories

"For the next few months, don't contact me unless it's an emergency." His assistant looked surprised. Julian stared out the window. "For the past few years..." His voice softened. "I never made time for her. I want to make up for that." … The plane lifted off from Cascade City. Outside the window, the city grew smaller and smaller until it became nothing more than a cluster of distant lights. Julian lowered his gaze. His fingertips traced the destination printed on his ticket. His voice was barely above a whisper. "Laura..."

The man I'd been with for five years still seemed to be clinging to his first love. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Those five years suddenly felt like a cruel joke. So it turned out he'd never truly forgotten about Lucy. I went back to my room, and he didn't return to bed the entire night. When Andrew showed up the next day, he brought me a pair of sapphire earrings. Why did he suddenly give me a gift? I looked at him in confusion, but he avoided my gaze. "Evie," he said, his voice low. "There's something I need to tell you. Thank you for staying by my side all these years. I thought I'd be with you forever, but…"

Dishan replied, seeming calmer than he had appeared a minute ago. Turning on the phone, Gage entered the international access code and made the call. Nothing. He tried again, this time venturing into the open and using a different number. There were four phones assigned to Team Five, and he’d memorized all four numbers. What if his men hadn’t made it? The ambassador… and his best friend. The last time he’d seen Gannon, he’d been running headlong into enemy territory. “Alpha Five, this is Beta Five. You’re alive.”

Five admitted. “Blossom here shared an interesting story, since I'm not allowed to use the word lame, piece of information with me. She saved my name as Five on her phone and changed everyone else's name to numbers,” Six explained to him. “That's genius,” Five chuckled. I started, “Thank you! At least someone gets that it's “lame.” Six finished off. I sent him a glare. “Ignore him, Rochelle. He will forever have a stick up his ass. It’s an honor to meet you, Five smiled. “You too, Five, though it boggles me why you people go by numbers,” I replied. “When Six is ready to tell you, everything else will fit into place,” he said.

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“Begin retrieval of Mae and termination of the Fallen Five gods.” The ship fell silent. Five powers woke fully around Mae, violent enough to bend gravity and make the stars outside tremble. Ashar’s fire formed a crown above his head, Riven’s wings became storm and blade, Lucien’s chains carved laws into the air, Sethis’s shadows swallowed every corner of light, and Kaine’s gold ruin split the floor beneath his feet. Mae stood in the center of them, shaking, furious, and terrified. Then the Council fired on Earth.

“Chaewon Kim was the error. The chaotic variable. She proved that legacy fails when poisoned by choice.” He turned to the chamber’s core panel and pressed his palm to it. The lights dimmed. A holographic map of thirty-two cities flared to life. Under each city: a Phoenix Cell. A weapon. An influencer. “This is Phase Five,” he said. “When this ends… there will be only one truth left.” “I designed Phase Five with him,” Eve said. “Before I turned on him. Before I realized what he truly was.” “What is he?” Chaewon asked.

Cereal_killer SOMEONE HAVE MERCY ON THIS THIRD WHEELER AND EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON? I_love_my_mommy DON'T FORGET THIS FOURTH WHEELER. Noah's_wifey AND, THIS FIFTH ONE. Yes_you_suck OH, I GUESS, THAT MAKES ME THE SIXTH ONE. Will_the_devil WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN? WHEELER? Noah's_wifey DUDE, REALLY?

I cut in, my voice sharper than I intended it to be. The man stilled, and the girl’s eyes widened. “My number is Five forty nine.” I repeated, my voice softer this time. Then slowly, the man turned to me, his dark eyes even darker now. “Five,” he challenged. My chest tightened. I should back down. The warning on the girl’s face told me to, but the heat in my blood fought against rationality. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin. “Five forty nine.” His bottom lip curved into a small smirk.