Between Four Walls Novels & Stories

“Where is the other child?” The boy looked toward the floor. “Downstairs.” “How far?” “Very far.” “What room?” The child whispered: “Fourteen.” Ava frowned. “There is no Room Fourteen.” The boy looked at her. “There wasn't.” “What does that mean?” “They built it.” Ethan looked at Elias. “When?” “After the births.” “Why?” Elias's expression darkened. “To keep the fourth subject.” Ava shook her head. “Subject Zero?” “No.”

Mary said, examining the wall. “Look at the flower designs on the walls. They are continuous on every part of these two walls until they get to the corners, and it's almost like there’s a crevice between these two walls. If I could just…” Mary continued, then pushed the wall with all the strength she could muster. “Nope, I'm not strong enough,” Mary concluded, then turned to the other two.

The outside of the place had been completely tinted, making it impossible to see what was on the inside. Walking towards the glass french doors, a man in a suit that had been standing in front held one of them open for us, allowing us to walk into what was a Square-shaped room with bamboo panels for three of the walls and dim light fixtures hiding behind each one. The fourth wall had been designed like the inside of a circular vault as there was no lock for us to turn, meaning it would only be able to be opened by someone on the other side.

And just like that, Every locked door in this apartment, Every rule on every printed page, Every cup on the right side of the counter, Every carefully measured hour of every carefully ordered day, Made sense. Not the kind of sense that made things easier. The kind that makes things heavier. Because understanding why a man had built walls around himself did not make the walls smaller. It just made you feel them differently. From the inside.

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.

[Iuri Stevens' view] The structure here is in shambles, needing an urgent renovation! On the walls you can almost see the blocks! Walking at a short pace, I don't let any detail about the building go unnoticed. The place is really spacious, four rooms separated by sex and age. I found it well organized, the kitchen is big and there is room for everyone at the table. The TV room is not very comfortable, but it can be considered a luxury compared to the children who live on the street. The bathrooms were clean.

“See? There’s nothing here.” Shadow scoffed. She placed her hand around the wall and rubbed it roughly around it. Before the renovation or rebuilding of this building, Shadow requested Nathan to not touch this specific area. Just upgrade it into the elevator area. Nathan did exactly that and here was the result. The setback was, she didn’t remember the specific color of the wall. The wall was painted with five different colors vertically. Yellow, red, blue, black, and white in that order. After the fourth try, the black wall started to move.

It stood between us and the chaos of the world outside, keeping out the rogues and anyone else who sought to harm us. It had four gates on each side. The typical, west, east, north, and south gates. Four entrances, heavily guarded. Perhaps I should have made only two gates but when I thought about the situation where panic has risen.... people would need more than one way to escape. I wasn’t about to doom everyone due to my paranoia. Although my people only used two gates I’ve been seen only mentioning two gates.

Peter asked me with a smirk before taking the chain in his hand and once again pulling me over to the side of the walls again. The closer we got, the bigger the hole in one of the corners that joined the two walls together became, metal structures stood either side with scaffolding offering the builders the space to work but offering Peter and I, our chance to flee. “Locate the King’s mate!” I heard some angry man begin to shout from somewhere behind us letting me know word had now gotten around to everyone else. “Keep pushing!” Peter shouted over to me as I’m pulled right close to the hole and pushed right through the walls, the thick concrete either side as I walked through truly showcased

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.