Outlander 5 Novels & Stories

“You’re acting like everything is my fault. What about you? You think you’re blameless?! Were you unhappy these past five years? Was Riley unhappy? You can’t have it all! So what if I wanted a child of my own? You’re the one who didn’t protect yourself. Who’s to blame for that?! “And now that your husband has run off, you’re taking it out on me? What, you think that makes you loyal or something? Cut the act!” Xena’s face turned red from rage. Her hand trembled as she pointed at the door. “Get out. I never want to see you again!” Riley was terrified as he clung to her leg. “Mommy, I’m scared…”

His throat made sounds he could not control. And from his trembling lips, between ragged breaths, fell two words. "Jade... my Jade..." In that moment, a part of my soul died completely. The seer had been wrong. It was not the fifth year when Alistair would betray me. His heart and his body had already split apart long before. The next day, I still insisted on ending the bond. But Alistair refused to sign. Every evening, he came home on time. He brought a bouquet of pink roses—my favorite. He thought flowers could erase everything.

Hill-the company director-is standing right in front of me, and Sam hasn't explained a thing. Sam grabs my hand again. We say goodbye to his father, and he leads me under the shade of a huge cedar. "Listen, Tela... from now on your life won't be the same. You need to know something about me, about you... about us," he stammers, running his hands through his hair. "Emily is your ancestor-someone in your family lied to you. You're the fifth generation of a she-wolf. You're cursed..." he adds, clearly nervous.

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.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

"Are you still fixated on her? I've explained this countless times already." "The one who can't move past Catherine isn't me," she said, holding his gaze steadily. "It's you." He was stunned once more. "Rebecca..." "We both know the truth, don't we?" She tried to keep her tone calm and measured, making it clear she was approaching this as a serious discussion rather than an emotional outburst. "It's time to put a period at the end of our five years. Let's part ways with dignity and let the grievances of the past fade away."

“So what’s all this for?” “I’m trying to make it right… Whether you want it or not, I owe you this,” she whispered, hands trembling. I pressed her. “Do you actually understand? You kidnapped me. You trapped me in that estate. You tortured me for five years because of lies.” “I know I was wrong!” she cried. “I’ll never hurt you again! Ethan… please tell me you’ll forgive me. Please tell me we can start over.” There was a flicker of hope in her eyes.

Outsiders can never take proper care of him. Those words pierced through my heart and echoed in my ears, leaving a revolting taste in my mouth. It was always the same old story—when she needed me, we were family; when she didn't, I was an outsider. "Go home, Chelsea. We're divorced. It'd be bad if someone saw us." I tried my best to sound calm. Chelsea glared at me. "Haven't you thrown enough of a tantrum? I thought I'd been more than patient with you, Ryan. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be where you are today."

The storm inside the building had tilted. The one outside was just beginning. New Orleans had learned to drink weather like coffee—daily, necessary, occasionally dangerous. That morning, St. James Creole was buzzing the way kitchens buzz when good news and bad news share a table. Delphine swept in late, sunglasses and lipstick and a grin she wore like a coat of arms. “Who wants to meet a manager from a streaming platform?” she sang, flashing a glossy business card. “Simone Hart. She saw my radio clip. Says ‘The Fifth Vow’ could be a docu-series.”

“Like what?” Tessa challenged. “What exactly do you want to watch instead?” “I don’t know,” Isabella admitted, flopping down on the couch beside Olivia. “Just something new. Something exciting.” She turned to Olivia with pleading eyes. “Liv, please tell Tess we cannot watch Outlander again tonight.” Olivia chuckled softly and lifted both hands in surrender. “Nope,” she said. “I’m staying out of this one. You two can settle it yourselves.”