I Was Five And He Was Six Novels & Stories

“You were born in this pack and you didn’t know anything outside your damn cult? I know that you’re twenty-six.” “Then how old are you?” A question I wouldn’t expect to ask. He gave me a disappointed look as he shook his head. “Figure it out yourself.” Was it just me or did I see a glint of mischief in his eyes? Then I stopped, recalling what he said. If he was five when his mother perished when I was only twelve, that would mean— “YOU’RE NINETEEN?!”

He was standing calmly beside his wife, similarly like Grandfather Li but his aura was a little scarier than that of Grandfather Li. Father Li started stuttering and looked at Father Jiang for help. Since both Father Jiang and Father Li were neighbors they had been reprimanded by both of their fathers together whenever they would do any mistakes. Symapthasizing his friend's condition Father Jiang also decided to speak up, "They are childr..." "Children's? Ming is twelve years old and Tofu is seven. Twelve years old, what age is this?" This time Grandmother Li spoke up. Her voice was calm, soft yet majestic. She did not look soft, but she wasn't as scary either.

“Emma, did I ever agree to a break-up? Put it on now, and don’t make me angry!” William pried my hand open and tried to force the ring onto my finger. But the instant my fingers spread, he froze. His eyes locked onto the massive diamond already on my ring finger. “That’s not possible…” He was about to say more when a sturdy little boy suddenly rushed over. He planted himself between us and wrapped his arms tightly around my leg. “Hey, let go of my mommy!”

he says proudly, as if I were still a child. I nod and we order sausage and pepper pizzas. “Well, sweetheart, I don’t have much time, so I’ll be direct. I don’t know how you found out, so I’ll be brief,” he says, playing with the peppers and sipping the wine he had already ordered. I just watch him, enjoying the meal and listening carefully.

He bubble with happiness and came running to her side shouting with happiness “ I did it mom. I did it. Now I can protect you. Daddy says I'll be able to protect you, when I clock five. I'm now five” He called excitedly as he turned to flex his tiny muscles at his mom who squat down beside him and hug him tight to her chest.

Jae walks a few steps until he can sit his ass on the couch and he groans, "Where's your brother, huh?” "Still outside," Iseul says. And that's true, Tate never came back in after we arrived. I narrow my eyes and walk back outside so I can find this little rascal... even though he's not little at all. Tate has grown so much in the last six years. He’s eleven, but he looks like a teenager already, around sixteen or even seventeen. And he gets into teenager trouble already. Very regularly.

As I was practically seated across him, the man didn't fail to notice the motion, yet he didn't look up from my feet. Awkward minutes of silence passed by with tension filling the atmosphere. I shifted with more discomfort. Just when I was beginning to feel claustrophobic as the silent tension began closing in on me, Mike finally spoke up; "Six." But then, I had no idea what he was talking about. "Huh?" "I was six when my dad was murdered and seven when I found my mum passed." I gasped in shock when I realized that he just answered the insensitive question I'd thrown at him and my heart clenched at the thought of him being so alone at such an early stage in life.

I pressed, standing just a few feet away from him now. He paused, staring down at me silently for a long time, then he shrugged. “I was separated from my mother on my fifth birthday.”

He smiled before making his way to Zoey. "So this 'Poppy'?" I chuckled serving myself strawberry dough. "She's such a sweetheart! And I have a feeling she might be Joeys mate." She smirked. I smiled and glanced at my twins. "But he's only five!" I groaned throwing crunch chocolate into my ice cream. "My dad fell for my mom when they were five. You cant fight the mate bond." She shrugged before tensing. "I'm sorry! I forgot-it's fine." I assured her.

"I see it too. It's very calming and beautiful. If only I had this view from my room, I'd sit by the window every single day." He tried to remember what kind of window was in her room, but he couldn't even think of it. He wasn't even sure if there was a window there to begin with. A sigh escaped his lips as he allowed his past to pour out from his lips. "I think you know that Chase is older. Back then, we were just kids, Chase and I. I think I was six, and he was eight. We went out strolling one evening after our karate class while we were waiting for our dad to pick us up.