Novel & Cerita Vol 5

There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight. Suddenly, a screeching noise of a car was heard, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere of the night. Not long after, a black sedan came into view, approaching at an extremely fast speed. The passersby turned towards the source of that awful noise. And then, as if in slow motion, the car arrived and slammed violently into the bollards, losing all control. The impact echoed like an explosion and the vehicle flipped once, twice, before crashing onto its roof with a brutal, final thud.

I'm home. And it's enough for forever. END VOLUME 3: GOALIE

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His tone was far too cheery for a man on the verge of financial ruin. I gestured toward the chair across from me. "Proceed, Mr. Parker. I don’t have time for small talk." Vincent sat without hesitation, his self-assuredness grating. "I’m here to discuss an investment opportunity," he began, launching into his proposal. I let him talk, though I barely listened. I had no interest in whatever scheme he was about to present. When he finally slid a stack of papers toward me, I skimmed them briefly before setting them down with little interest.

Chapter 55 is OBLIVION and it's the beginning of the END! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

The arrangement was the fifth book. He opened his journal. He wrote: Don said: we are the fifth book. The unwritten thing the written argument was approaching. The convergence cannot be written — it is the inside account at its most inside. The four books approached it. The convergence is what we are. The fifth book is the living. We are the fifth book.

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 was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him. I got out of bed and walked to the window,pulling the blinds open. The city looked slow under the rain. Cars moved quietly, people hurried with umbrellas. It felt like the kind of day meant for something special. My phone buzzed again. Andrea. ”Happy five years,babe! I better see pictures later!” I smiled, about to reply, when my phone rang. His name showed up,and everything else faded. “Hello?” “Happy anniversary to the most beautiful woman on earth.”Damian said.His voice was warm, familiar,like nothing was out of place. I let out a small laugh.”You remembered.”