All Fours: A Novel Novels & Stories

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

****** The Next Day**** I opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight. I creased my brows as I tried to steady my gaze. Just then, I felt a warm and minty breath fanning against my nostrils. I opened my eyes fully, only to discover that I was actually lying on a chest. I quickly made to get up, but found out that I was wrapped around the waist. For a second, I forgot my surroundings or where I was. It was when I raised my gaze up at the beautiful man who had me all wrapped up in his arms, I realized that I was in the arms of no one else but Theo. The realization of what happened last night kicked in and I couldn't hold my happiness. I smiled happily. The fact that I had found my mate was somethi

I fell on the floor looking at the man fleeing the church. After that man hiding in a cloak landed on my back and put a chain on my neck. His four companions kept on holding the end of the chains. Before the man could immobilize me, I rocked my body, throwing the man to the side. But the black chains didn’t even break. The other four cloaked men wrapped the chains around the posts near them so that I couldn’t move at will. They send bolts of electricity again to me, making my body feel pain. Out of frustration, I howled loudly, breaking every glass in the entire church and the eardrums of the men who were trying to capture me. The chains loosened as they fell down. There was one man who rema

My body moves to stand up. "Stay down Kitty." I moan standing up again, his hands pushing me down as I fight back. I watch as he moves, my body running for the door, his hands stopping me and pulling me back in. His hands push me down over the table, the rope wrapping around my body. "You wanted to be a brat; well you're getting punished like one." I moan as the rope holds me down over the table. "Four whips witch, count with me." I laugh slightly, unsure why, something about four is weird, usually, it is three, five, or ten, but four?

I continued, he nodded. I couldn’t keep my tears in any longer. After everything, after Tilly, being raped and beaten more times than I could count, I was finally free. I never thought this day would come. David pulled me into his chest, trying to comfort me. “What about my friends?” I asked between sniffles. “They’re all downstairs waiting for me to come back down. “Ok, let’s go.” I took one more look around the bedroom that had kept me almost safe for these last few months. I noticed the book I had been reading and ran back to grab it. “I like this book.” I explained as David laughed softly.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

ACE Four days. Four days of an unsettling silence—one that even walls this thick couldn’t swallow. Sera tried to hide her restlessness behind polite smiles and casual conversations, as if her mind were stuck in a meeting room or a library somewhere. As if she thought I wouldn’t notice the way her eyes lingered just a second too long on every door, or how her head snapped up too quickly whenever an engine echoed in the courtyard. And the most obvious part: for four nights now, her bedroom had been empty.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

Emily may return, but I will not surrender the everything to her . I step into the dress slowly, savoring the feel of the fabric hugging me tight. With every clasp fastened, I rebuild myself. Powder dusts over the cracks. Perfume mists like smoke, masking fear with allure. By the time I slip into my heels, I no longer look like a woman who is breaking . I look untouchable. Yet inside, the war rages. What if she tells him everything? The fire. The lies. The blood I have hidden beneath silk sheets.

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."