And Then There Were 4 Novels & Stories

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

This was just the beginning. The End.

Their peaceful world as a couple transformed into a lively, chaotic, love-filled home of four. (The End)

Then, I took my son and walked toward another boarding gate. Three hours later, Gabriele was on a golf course with Kate when a call came through. The voice on the other end hesitated to speak. “Don Carlos, we’ve been waiting in the Switz for five hours. The two people you mentioned still aren’t here yet.”

“Okay, this is officially confusing.” Sarah whispered, “Very.” Maya nodded. “I’m glad we’re agreeing.” James stepped forward. “How many children are there?” Adrian looked at him. “That depends.” “Depends on what?” “How many survived.” The room became silent. Bella’s fingers tightened around mine. “What does that mean?” Adrian looked at her. “You had four children.” “I know.” “No.” He shook his head. “You had four babies.” Bella frowned. “What’s the difference?” “Three were yours.”

He didn't answer. THE FOURTH CHILD The door suddenly opened. Adam stood there. Everyone raised their weapons. Adam lifted his hands. "I'm not here to fight." Aria stared at him. "Then why are you here?" "Because you deserve to know." "Know what?" "The fourth child." Gabriel stepped forward. "Adam, don't." Adam ignored him. "The fourth child wasn't killed." Aria stared. "Where is he?" Adam looked at Lucian. Lucian's face became pale.

Especially not with him. My son stepped closer. Who is the fourth child? My mother's expression became serious. Someone who was never supposed to be born. Lyra frowned. Another sibling? Yes. Our younger daughter looked shocked. How many children did Mama have? My mother looked at me. Four. I shook my head. No. I remember three. You remember what you were allowed to remember. I felt a cold chill. What happened to the fourth? My mother looked toward the windows. The fourth child was hidden beyond time.

MAYA "Attention, players!" the voice boomed. "Please gather in the center of the room. It's time for your evening briefing." We all moved toward the center, forming a loose crowd. The giant screen flickered to life, showing our faces again. But this time, some of the squares were red with X marks through them. The dead ones. I quickly counted the green squares. Two thousand and twelve survivors out of four thousand. Almost two thousand people had died today.

"Sufyan! You didn't! OhmyGod!" "I'm yet to finish it, it's just few chapters left, don't be so dramatic." "How many?" Sabeerah asked knowingly. "What? I didn't get that." "You did." She said in a dry tone. "The network is bad, I can't hear anything from your end but just be ready by four tomorrow. I'll come pick you up..." Sabeerah was stunned. "Sufyan?" "Hello? You can't hear me either? I hope you did though, the time is four in the evening, don't wear an abaya for Allah's sake. Goodnight, have some rest and take care of yourself for me." And the call ended.

As heads of the fairly popular college drama club, DRAMALY, we had to at least show up. After making finishing touches and setting up a date to review our products, for the sixteenth time, we hit the road in Levis brand new Aston martin. We both sat in silence for a while, totally exhausted. We have been working almost day and night for this project. Every rewarding thing was worth doing right, isnt that so? Plus, I needed a tangible reason to avoid staying at home and attending those boring dinners with my family Levi turns on the radio, my ears are instantly filled with the calming yet head banging beat of Motor spots. Cardis part instantly plays, I sing along allowing my nerves to come do