Novel & Cerita Characters In I Am Number Four

Just like that. That's when Toms words rang in my head, Four was a murderer who killed innocent children, women and men and from what I just seen Dylan wasn't any better. But I couldn't trust Toms words, was he just saying that so if give him what he wanted? So I would start to trust him so he could get to me? Four glanced at me his eyes softening slightly before he regained to his full height his hand reaching out to wipe the tears that were still on my face before he leaned down planting a short kiss on my lips.

“Jaxon.” The fourth one lingered back a step, arms crossed, eyes like storm clouds locked on mine. He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. His low rumble carried anyway. “Rafe.” The names rolled over me like thunder. My wolf whimpered, tail curled high, desperate. My throat was dry, words scraping raw as I finally forced them out. “…Evelynn.” All four of them smiled. Different smiles - Calder’s slow and claiming, Maddox’s hungry, Jaxon’s wicked, Rafe’s unreadable. But every one of them made my stomach twist tighter.

Simon was true toward Melody, so he pulled his face and squeezed out a smile at the moment. "Oh, damn it! Aren’t you being disgusting!" Four grabbed a handful of hair and kicked Simon into the corner. "Young Master Luther, don't think just because you got a bit of dirty money that you get to order me around! I don’t need others to point out what I, Four, want to do!" Four did not pay any heed to Simon. Before Four came, he had been chasing after money. Afterward, Four decided that he wanted women! "Pretty lady, have you thought about your decision?"

I had to know it, the sooner the better! Four cleared his throat. “You might have figured out why we were called numbers, right?” I nodded to affirm his suspicion. “Okay so. I am Four. That is Eight, the one you attacked before,” he pointed to a buff guy on his right. “Then that’s Six, Nine, Five and Two,” he said, pointing to the rest of the group. “And you are?” “Eleven,” I simply uttered. “What time is it?” I asked without thinking, I was beginning to feel agitated, talking like there was time to spare.

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…”

I just looked at him as I focused in listening to everything his mouth says. "When we were in our senior high school years, the four of us were always close. Close like those four guys we see in the anime Boys Over Flowers." "Boys Over Flowers? You mean the F4?" My forehead knotted as I asked that. Is it just me or there are four guys in their circle of friends? But why did I only met three, Kenneth, Kit and Neil? Who's the fourth one? "Gerard was the fourth one, if you're gonna ask." He chuckled.

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?

I asked instead. I feel as if I'm going to pass out at any moment. I really don't get it. What exactly is going on? Why are there four men in my room? And why am I resting here? I'm performing a ritual in the great room, aren't I? "Sorry, princess. Who are these people you're referring to?" asked the one with short blue hair. "They're my personal servants." I could see different expressions on their faces as they looked at each other. Is there something wrong with my two servants? I was nervous; I didn't like the expressions on their faces.

Streams of inner energy bound themselves to his large hand as it was sent smashing into Mane! Number 4 wasn’t idle either. When Number 3 moved, Number 4 also moved. He was a tad bit slower since he was a stage weaker than Number 3, but his reactions were precious. Unlike Number 3 who opted for a more conventional jab, Number 4 decided to depend on his palms. Straightening his fingers into towering rods, he gathered inner energy into his palms and summoned the earth elements once again, asking them to enforce his armor. Unlike the other Crystal Monkeys, Number 4’s armor was particularly detailed around the hands and he had rocky gloves. His large palm was akin to an earth plate of towering pr