Outlander 5 Novels & Stories

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Dad slammed his fist against the table, irritated. “Enough! It’s Christmas. Can all of you stop fighting?” Then, he shot me an impatient look. “If you took it, just give it back to Dawn.” “Dad!” I stared at him in disbelief, my lips trembling. “You don’t believe me?” He didn’t answer. He just turned his head away and let out a heavy sigh. Dawn looked at me, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Then let’s search her.”

Guests were whispering, staring. “Have you forgotten I took a bullet for you?” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. “Have you forgotten the five years I owned your heart?” But the woman at the altar just kept looking through me. As if I wasn’t even there. “Get him out,” Leo’s voice was as cold as a blade. The guards started dragging me toward the door. “Evangeline!” I was still screaming, my voice raw. “You don’t love him! You love me!”

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

She can't listen to anything against Dante. "Orla, you are so naive! After five years, you still couldn't see his true face" His words caused her to turn her head in his direction. "For your happiness, I would have left you only if he had been genuine with you. He is not what he portrays to you. He has kept you in the dark for five years" "What exactly do you mean?" Orla asked as she froze in her place. "Don't listen to him, Orla, just come to me," Dante said from behind, attempting to attack the Lycan King but being pushed back as he sensed him attacking.

It was pointless. Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his. Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face. His eyes still spoke the same, cold language they always did. He kept his eyes fixated on my thighs, staring intensely. Gosh, this is awkward. I hurriedly shifted my legs to the side, trying my best to block his view and hide my wound. There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him stare at me like that. Plus, why would he want to stare at a bloody bandaged, infected thigh?

No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past. I closed my eyes. This time, the image that came to mind was no longer of Julian's clear, cool eyes on that snowy mountain.

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

His chest is heaving against mine and right then, he pulls back just enough to cup my face in his hands. I just stare at him. So now, after all these years, he finally has the guts to tell me he loves me. This man is the same man who looked at me coldly and told me to abort my pregnancy. This man is the same man who chose Vanessa over me. Again and again and again. Five years ago, I was a fool. But five years later, I am no longer a fool. His sweet words mean nothing. “I want to go home,” I tell him, looking away from his face.

He bit his lip, as if holding back something. "I made a huge mistake leaving you. I thought I only loved Lena, only loved the heart that was in your body. But I was wrong. I love you. I have fallen in love with you. You are the one I love, not Lena's heart. Please, come back to me." My breath caught. The words I had once longed to hear now felt like a wound that had been reopened. I stared at him sharply. "Five years ago, I was merely a shadow of your past. What makes you think I would come back?"