And Then There Were Four Audiobook Novels & Stories

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

The audio on the tablet kept playing. It clearly captured Susan ordering Ms. Thompson to feed Lucas “poisoned milk powder”. “Don’t let him live too long. After some time has passed, when no one’s asking, just say he got an infection and died. The manager stood on the side, fumbling to end the livestream. But she was stopped by Sam. “Ms. Thompson, don't rush to turn off the livestream. Let everyone see it. Let others see how you and Susan swap out Lucas and plan to kill him.”

If indeed he had been abused, how was he going to cope with the mischievous four who were in men? Was he going to trust that no one would ever molest him?

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

“Group effort.” I looked around at all of them, these four incredible men who had dropped everything to come take care of me. I felt my heart swell with so much love I thought it might burst. “I don’t deserve you guys,” I said softly. “Wrong,” Darius said firmly, settling beside me on the other side from Zane. “You deserve everything good in the world.” “Starting with tea and cookies,” Marcus added, handing me a steaming mug. “And music,” Kael said, tuning his guitar. “I’ve been working on something new.”

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

"This is what the fourth book approaches but does not reach." Ernest looked at him. He understood what Don was saying. The fourth book could describe the ordinary day at its full depth. The fourth book could describe the accumulation. The fourth book could describe the recognition. But the fourth book could not produce the convergence in the reader. The convergence required the inside account. The convergence required the lived accumulation. The convergence required two people who had been inside the same thing for thirty-two years.

Distraught. "They are attacking the main warehouse!" The voice bleated. Screamed. Every cell in my body stood on edge. Waited for the shoe to drop or for the world to stop. But the voice came again, this time with loud bangs in the background. "They are hitting the main warehouse!" He screamed again, right before the line went dead. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. He sounded frightened. Feared for his life. There had been a lot of commotion on the other end. Bullets being fired. Men screaming. Vague rumblings of what must have been bombs exploding in the background.