Kacchan We Were Five Novels & Stories

They chanted prayers over and over, as though they had already decided I was the source of the family's bad luck. Humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving my nose stinging and my eyes burning. Even so, I refused to cry. I gritted my teeth and stayed silent, knowing that no one there felt sorry for me. If I shed a single tear, I would only make myself the punchline of another joke. By the time it was over, I had gone completely numb. There was a heavy ache in my lower abdomen, a tearing pain that grew worse with every passing second.

When he reached for the door handle, he suddenly turned around to face me. "Juniper, I'm willing to give up everything. I’ll give up on my identity and everything I have achieved so far, everything I have. I will become anonymous and be with you until the end of time. We can watch the sun rise and set, we will plant flowers, raise chickens, and cook our meals together. Will you do that with me?" He looked at me while shivering nervously. Once, I was the one who had asked for all those things. This time, I was the one refusing the demands.

“We were together for five years! You loved me!” “Five years?” Evangeline raised an eyebrow, looking at me like I was insane. “Mr. Corvo, I think you’re mistaken.” “I’m not mistaken!” I begged, all my pride and dignity gone. “Evangeline, look at me! Do you really remember nothing?” “All I remember,” she said, her voice terrifyingly calm, “is that you are the mafia Don of Chicago. Nothing more.” I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest, bleeding and raw.

But more than she’d told anyone since arriving. By the time the presentation day came, their work spanned a full ten-foot board—ten unique panels, each capturing a different amendment in layered color, bold strokes, and unexpected textures. Their classmates gawked. Even Mr. Kessler blinked twice. They stood together at the front of the room, explaining each panel’s meaning, trading off with practiced ease. When it was over, the class actually clapped. As Layla sat down, heart still racing from the attention, Jayden leaned close. “We killed it.”

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.

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

It had been five years since their favorite daughter and Sebastian's most beloved sister killed me! Just then, I felt a twinge in my heart. Ah, it turned out that our hearts would also feel pain even after we died.

"Five men already facing execution for loving me. Now add a council conspiracy and an ancient army into the mix. How is any of you supposed to survive this?" Nobody answered right away. Then Kieran, standing silently near the window the entire time, finally spoke, his voice low and absolutely certain. "We survive it the same way we've survived everything else. Together. Whatever it costs." Before anyone could respond, Luca's laptop chimed sharply with an incoming alert, an automated flag he'd set up days earlier for any mention of the sealed archive terms across pack networks. He opened it, scanned the message, and went pale. "What?" Damon asked immediately.

"Sit down, Katie." She sat down. She crossed her arms. James started. "We're not here to tell you what to do—" "Good." "—we're here because we've been tracking something, and we want to—" "You've been *tracking* something?" "The rooftop," David said, counting on his fingers. "The yacht. The chair." "The yacht was an accident." "Kate," Callum said, gently. He was the kindest of them and he knew when to deploy it. "We're not angry. We just want to understand what's happening."

Liam look at her with teary eyes making her worried even more. " A-Anna... She's m-missing.. " Please refer to “WE WERE TOGETHER Book 2 of this book”for Anna and Harry story Its's COMPLETED too.. AND also please vote for mY BOOK🥰