The Last Five Years Book Novels & Stories

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

“It took everything I had to find you today. I just want one chance to make things right and get back together.” Riley fell to his knees too. “Daddy, I miss you so much…” I stood there, unmoved. I had no intention of helping either of them up. “Do you know how I survived those five years in prison, constantly bullied and beaten? I held on because I kept thinking of you both. Even when they had only left me one drop of water, that thought was what kept me alive. “But everything I went through had been brought on by you two. And after all that, I was still dumb enough to feel grateful that you hadn’t completely abandoned me. I’ll never make that mistake again.

“Here. Five million dollars. Take the money, leave Silverton, and stay away from my son. “If you bother him again, I have many ways to make that father of yours in prison suffer.” I stared at the check. The long string of zeros felt like a dark whirlpool. Five million dollars was enough to clear my debt to Daniel, with money left over. Three years earlier, I would have begged for this. Now, it was too late.

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.

A massive emerald, ringed by a halo of diamonds, sparkled in the candlelight. I shivered when his fingertips grazed my neck. “Perfect,” he whispered in my ear. “Like it was made for you.” I raised my champagne glass, trying to hide my racing heart. Orion sat across from me, his gray eyes burning into mine, threatening to melt me. It had been five years since I was reborn. Five years I’d spent by his side. I was his secret. His only woman. I knew he didn’t do marriage. But the way he looked at me, the way he made love to me… it made me hope. It made me dream that he would ask me to be his wife.

Just what I needed. For the first time in five years, that was the complete truth.

Five Years Later Ivory’s POV What is the difference between times past and time’s past? I personally do not know. I do not know. But I do know that it’s been five years. Five long years since I last saw life the gates of Cadet Prison. Since that incident— The incident that changed my life, the one that brought me in here but most importantly, the one that gave me my son. Standing outside the gates of Cadet Prison after all these years, the air tugging on my skin felt different, felt new.

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

But now Dylan wanted to divorce her and end their five years of marriage, after all she had done for him. Jessica cried: “No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you are already cheating on me out there with another woman. Come back here, Dylan! You need to explain to me what happened to the Dylan that I met before and got married to. You cannot divorce me now. No!! After five years of our marriage. Never! I cannot take this!”

When I suddenly came home, my parents did not ask many questions. Maybe it was true that the bond between a parent and child was something special. They seemed to sense that something had happened. The truth was, I did not even know where to begin when it came to the last five years of my marriage. An entire ocean had separated us for years, making it easy to keep repeating the same lie—that I was doing well, that I was happy, that everything was fine. However, when the truth finally came crashing down, the thing I dreaded most was seeing the hurt in their eyes.