The Fifth Vital 소설 & 이야기

Step by step, the noise grew louder, and soon after, I was able to make out what they were actually saying. "One million. By the end of this week. If you do not bring the money, I will kill both your daughter and your stupid little recruit," a familiar voice said. So Zeke's alive, just not in the same room I'm in. There was a long pause. "Hendrix, I am not fucking playing with you. If you do not bring the money, I will burn your daughter alive and give you her corpse. Don't fucking underestimate me," he said before banging something on what sounded like a table. I flinched, still hesitant about showing myself.

A perfect ring of interlocking symbols, each one more intricate than the last. “Who’s Vex really working for?” she asked. Reyes tapped the new file. “Not Internal Affairs. He’s part of something called the Fifth Division. Not officially sanctioned. Not even on the city records.” “What do they do?” Reyes flipped the file open. The first page was a photo. Grainy, taken through a window. It showed Vex speaking with someone Evelyn hadn’t seen before. A tall woman. Red scarf. Gray hair. Something oddly familiar about her.

The fifth bond was nothing like the others. Veyra had expected it to be a surge of passion, a crackling storm like the others, like the ones with Kael, Zevi, Rune, and Lioren. She had imagined it would come like lightning—sudden and violent, an electric connection that would bind her to her fifth mate with the force of a storm. But this bond, the fifth, was different. It didn't arrive as a whisper. It didn't ease into her senses with the quiet, comforting pulse of connection.

It had been five years since their favorite daughter and Sebastian's most beloved sister killed me! Just then, I felt a twinge in my heart. Ah, it turned out that our hearts would also feel pain even after we died.

Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them? “You two! Check that side!” Voices echoed from the yard. They were closing in. I snapped back to myself and tore down the mountain path as fast as my legs would carry me. Back in the city, I flagged down the first cab I could find and went straight home, to the place Melissa and I once called home. My steps froze when I pushed open the study door, it was filled with monitors, all displaying live feeds of the estate. Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.

Vincent groaned as he got up from the ground. He dusted his pants and smiled again, narrowly avoiding another incoming assault. Then, Cohen retreated into the cabin. Vincent Hale, the second-in-command of the fifth battalion who was supposed to be dead over a decade ago after Mira killed him except that he was right here as healthy as the horses. Wrong species, but everyone understood.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

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.

In a small, trembling voice, I managed, “Dr. Nolan…i….” He glanced at me, his expression was filled with tiredness, yeah! I think he should be tired of me by now. If anything, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it quickly vanished from his face instantly. “You again!? Are you not tired?” He asked. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak again desperately. “You see, it’s just that maybe… maybe you can give me your number. That way, whenever I have another allergic reaction, I can contact you directly. You could tell me what to do. Please—”

The voice on the other end sounded tense. “Aisha, it’s Nanda from the ER. We need you right now. A patient with heart complaints just arrived. His blood pressure has dropped drastically, and the EKG results indicate a possible infarction. We’ve activated the code red.” My heart started racing. “Okay, I’m on my way,” I replied quickly, closing the call without waiting for a response. “There’s a critical patient. ER,” I said to Dita as I began to jog toward the elevator.