All Fours Miranda July Kindle Novels & Stories

Combined with how quickly she’d learned the meditation techniques, plus the unprecedented multiple mate bonds… Aria’s wolf was even stronger than I ever could have imagined. But then the light guttered and winked out like a flame being snuffers, and her body toppled sideways.

I had tasted freedom tonight, dark and warm and dangerous, a poison laced with every promise I had stopped allowing myself to make, and the taste of it had done what tastes do when they arrive after long deprivation. They ruin you for everything that came before. I was addicted to the burn. ----- Miranda said I know, sweetheart. That is what a real friend sounds like. Georgia needed to hear it tonight. -- J

Miranda reaches for a large stone nearby, rises to her feet, and approaches Nathan from behind. Nathan pauses at the sound of a growl. But just as he turns, Miranda launches at him, sending them both crashing to the ground. She climbs on top of him and strikes the stone against his head. Once. Twice. On the fourth strike, the sickening crack of his skull pierces the air. Nathan growls, trying to stop the hits. Blood oozes from the corner of his already damaged eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growl.

Exactly what the contract was designed to prevent. She was breaking the rules. And she didn't know how to stop. --- On the fourth night, everything changed. Mira was in the library, curled up in one of the leather armchairs with a book she hadn't touched in an hour. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows—a sudden storm that had rolled in around dusk, turning the city lights into blurred smears of gold and red. Thunder rumbled in the distance, close enough to make the glass tremble.

“Everyone else in the pack respects personal boundaries.” “I need to tell the others,” Kael said, standing abruptly. “Kael, wait…” But he was already gone, leaving Maya and me staring at the empty doorway. “Well,” Maya said cheerfully, “this is about to get interesting.” *Twenty minutes later…* “She went through your things?” Marcus’s voice was deadly quiet as all four boys crowded into my room, examining my jewelry box like it was evidence in a murder trial. “We don’t know for sure it was Jadis,” I said for the third time.

“You’re sure?” Adrian nodded. Julian let out a slow breath. “Mira is M.” The room dropped into silence. Even the rain outside seemed to quiet for a moment. “She was only seventeen when she joined,” Julian said. “But her mind… was like wire. Sharp. Cold. Calculated. You gave her power, Adrian. And when you left, she didn’t just feel abandoned. She felt replaced.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why now?” I asked. “Why wait all these years to come after you?”

Miranda is a teacher I like, even if she wears way too many bracelets and a collection of crystals around her neck. "Ah, Patricia!" Miranda places her hands on my shoulders, causing me to shudder at her cold hands. Her nails are long, and her accent sounds like she is originally from France. "I love what you are going for here. Your picture is so brooding! Like a bad omen." I lift an eyebrow. I'm dabbling a black cat sleeping in a meadow under the starlit sky—how could Miranda possibly think it's dark? "Uh..." Not knowing what to say, I take her words with a grain of salt and just smile. "Thanks."

Madison was pushed against the dirt wall with her hands twisted behind her back, her face smeared with dirt. Kenny sneered as he approached Miranda deliberately and extended his hand. "Hand it over." Miranda retreated and feigned ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Your phone. Don't make me repeat myself!" Miranda smirked, "Given all the time just now, do you really think I'd be dumb enough to stand here waiting for you to take my phone without sending the video out first?" "You bitch! Did you send the video out?" "Yeah."

She inhaled slowly and continued, her tone stronger now, almost commanding. “Per ignem lucernae… Per umbram cordis… Revela quod latet in mente.” The candle flame suddenly stretched taller. My wolf growled. Miranda’s fingers twitched slightly as if she had touched something unexpected. Then she whispered the last part, slower… more careful. “Non fracta… sed ligata… Non perdita… sed custodita…” Miranda’s eyes snapped open. Her fingers were still touching Aria when she suddenly pulled back slightly, like she had brushed against something that didn’t belong there.

“Um, well… I’ve been trying to find my phone keychain—” “A trinket, rather. Really nothing of value,” Christian cut in, his tone monotonous. Patricia glared at him. “My precious cell phone keychain in the shape of a heart. It’s a shade of pink with glitter on it.” She held up her phone and showed Michael the little string and the end of it where the heart should have been. “When I entered the venue, it was still with me. I am certain of that. However, it must’ve fallen off somewhere when I was roaming around…”