The Five Of Us Are Dying Novels & Stories

he says. We eat together. All five of them at the table, me in the middle. No one mentions the box. No one mentions Victoria. No one mentions the gun in the west wing. Nico tells a story about a deal that went wrong because he forgot the briefcase. Enzo corrects him twice. Dante throws a dinner roll at him. Marco argues with Luca about guard rotations. And I just watch them. This is what family looks like. Messy. Loud. Protective.

I said in a small tone. One day.. One day, we will get together again. The 5 of us.. even though it won't be sooner but I know they'll come around. ILLICIT, I'll see you again.. this is not a goodbye. THE END

the beggar insisted. "Death abounds those lands," the man replied in kind. "Death always follows you around old friend," the beggar also said solemnly. "Indeed it does. Indeed it does, old friend," the man whispered as he saw the dissipating figure of the beggar. The man was deep in thought for a moment and looked at the men standing and the two women on the bed as they have been awake five days ago. "You have two choices mortals. Serve me or die," the man said to the four remaining members of team 5. The men nodded immediately while the women looked at each other and paused. They both agreed to serve after thinking it through in the end.

“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.

"There are... five of them." ***

"I don't even remember the man I used to be." When Melissa saw I was about to leave, she grabbed my arm, her voice losing its edge. "Well, I can see you're upset. I'll give you a chance. If you reinvest in Young Group, we can get our marriage license right away. Deal?" "And as for Nicolas…" she added. "It's over. I'll never contact him again." Melissa lowered her eyes. She'd never been this desperate for my answer. In the past few months, it wasn't just Young Group in chaos. Her own life had spiraled into a mess.

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

Nat jokes. "B-but still. Five people just died. In my casino. On its first fucking day too." "I guess when you watch the ones closest to you die a few strangers doesn't resonate like it used to." Liam admits.

On live, I can also see onscreen comments of a lot of people that are demanding answers. “HE SHOULD EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EX-WIFE AND HIS EX-FIANCÉE FIVE YEARS AGO.” “WHERE IS DAISY?” “FIND VANESSA BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!” “TWO WOMEN. BOTH MISSING. ONE MAN.” “SEBASTIAN KING IS A CHEAT!” “WHERE ARE THE MISSING WOMEN?!” I smile, still watching the news coverage. The protesters are chanting louder and louder: “Sebastian King must answer!”