The Last Five Years Book Novels & Stories

"You still haven't answered me. Has Naomi come out of hiding? Where is she? She's evaded us for five years, but not this time. This time, I'll make sure she doesn't escape." A grim smile inexplicably played on Sebastian's lips as he said, "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" Rebecca, who had been trembling moments before, exhaled quietly, relief washing over her at Sebastian's harsh declaration. But I saw what no one else noticed. His hands trembled faintly, betraying the storm raging within him.

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…"

"Do you really think you'll win just by divorcing me? I'll have you know that nobody else will want you once you get rid of me! It'll be too late for you to come crying to me then!" Her words were like sharp blades that stabbed themselves into my heart. "Thank you for the reminder, Lydia," I said, ignoring her furious expression. "You don't have to worry about me. You should worry about how you'll return the 1.5 million dollars that you owe me." I closed the door before leaning against it and breathing out a long sigh. My phone vibrated then. George was calling me. I stared at the flashing name on the screen for a long time before finally picking up.

Great. I pushed my laptop aside, deciding it was best to go through the papers first. As I put the pile in front of me, I thoroughly read each one. "The Disciples are interested in creating an all-" Nope, not happening. The Disciples are way too weak for us; we'd get nothing off of it. I threw the aside. "I, Hayden Campbell, leader of The Aces-" Nope, not this one either. The Aces are just too problematic; they'd only get us in more unneeded trouble. I stacked it on top of the other paper.

he mutters. My voice is bold and inquisitive. “What happened five years ago?”

As for Samson, his grandfather personally ordered that he stay at his current position for five years with no chance of promotion as punishment for his poor judgment. Samson never objected, but every now and then, he would ask May about me. May and Mr. Hall always gave the same answer—they'd tell him they had nothing to say. With his resources, I knew he would eventually find out where I was. But by then, I was already fully immersed in my new studies and work. At first, it was tough. But thanks to my mentor and seniors teaching me patiently, I was able to find my footing and stand on my own.

Everything had been cleaned so thoroughly that there wasn't a trace left of a child ever having lived here. My mind was on the edge of collapse. My nerves screamed, every sensation raw and disorienting. Lately, Chester had been busy and was always in the study late into the night. Our conversations had grown shorter and fewer. Even his attitude toward me had subtly changed. I knew it had to do with my "condition". He didn't want me disturbing him, so he kept me away from the study as much as possible. I respected that until… Meow… A soft, almost plaintive meow cut through the silence. It was Pudding, our five-year-old cat, the same age as Dorothy. We had gotten it the year she was born, and

⸻ “You were never supposed to find my book.” End of Chapter 57 🖤 To Be Continued…

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

Locker 73 happens to be upstairs and beside the lecture hall, and when we get there I tell Jana, "The code is 5676." She attempts and swings open the locker. "Go on, look. I'll keep watch." His locker is a mess, but there isn't much in it. Food wrappers, two textbooks, a dirty jersey, a few stray pencils, a nub of an eraser, an empty can of soda, an empty blue water bottle, a notebook, and a pair of white converse shoes at the bottom. I look through it twice. "It's not in here," I say, my voice clear with disappointment. "I don't understand."