Dianna Agron I Am Number 4 Novels & Stories

“Who are you and how did you get my number?” “I’m Anita. You might not remember me, but I gave you a very good time the last time we met.” I sent a video of myself in tiny red panties, no face showing, just my legs spread invitingly in a provocative pose. “I don’t remember you, but if you have my number, we must have had one hell of a night.” He added a wink emoji. “Yeah. You got it.” “So, what do you want from me, Anita?” I dropped the sweet-girl act and leaned fully into the role.

Looking at something off camera that the audience never saw. The screen went to the end card. Helena sat in the quiet for a long moment. Then she picked up her phone. Fourteen missed calls. Cassidy three times. Marcus twice. Adrian once. Dana once. Jordan once. Seven numbers she did not recognise. Forty six messages. She opened the platform. Her thumb found the viewing figures. She stared at the number. Then she read it again because the first time had not made sense.

“Not Senator Whitmore.” I stopped stirring my coffee. Dianna swallowed. “There’s a new project.” “No.” “Ara—” “Dianna. I’m on a four-day vacation. You all know that. If the world isn’t on fire, don’t call me.” “The world isn’t on fire,” she said carefully. “But… it might pay us to build a venue on top of it.” I leaned back in my chair. Dianna only used lines like that when the number on her screen was big enough to make people lose their integrity. “How much?”

“Who is Anna?” She chuckled. “Our neighbour’s daughter.” I slowly lifted Adam into my arms. “You aren’t beautiful, honey, because you aren’t a girl. You are handsome.” Then he nodded proudly. … That night, I couldn’t sleep. Diamond Company’s sudden contract invitation still bothered me. I stepped out to get water and stopped when I saw Sofia sitting alone in the living room. The TV was on, but the volume was low. She wasn’t really watching. She was just staring at her phone.

CHAPTER 63: The Crazy Performance Annie’s POV: After a few minutes of waiting, it is now finally my turn to audition. I know that I will be chosen! I know everything about Cullen! My number is 148 and they are calling my number. I am sitting next to Heart and I stand up to leave and go to the audition. I took a gaze at Heartcille, she looks so nervous, but me? I am so confident!

“Age twenty-two. Beautiful. Educated. Fiery temper, and as of this morning... untamed.” Laughter rose from the crowd. Her stomach turned. “Let’s begin bidding at twenty million.” “Twenty-five,” someone called. “Thirty.” “Forty-five.” “Sixty.” The number rose with every breath. Diana gripped the bars of the cage, heart slamming against her ribs. Then came a pause. A silence that rang louder than any noise. And then—calm, deep, distinct: “Four hundred million.” Gasps rippled through the room. Even the announcer stumbled. “I… uh… Four hundred million. Do I hear more?”

Abigail got all the models to come back on the stage and it was time to announce. “Thank you all for coming out here, today,” I started. “You've all done well but as you know, we'll only be choosing ten candidates from the list. So if you hear your number, step forward.” The girls all held hands together in hope as I began calling out the numbers. “And finally…number 34.” I said. I watched as Agatha's shoulder slumped because I hadn't called her number. The girls in the front row began to jubilate but I leaned into the microphone to speak again.

"Sighs, ignore that fierce girl. Let's go back to what we're talking about," Cloe craned her head towards her. "So that's about blue number 4. Next, we look at that another damnably good-looking male god. That number 10!" Agatha was shocked after her ears were assaulted by Cloe's fangirling.

Unknown Number: "Good. Once the baby is there, everything will fall into place, just make sure you don't let your guard down." Olivia's blood ran cold. The messages confirmed her worst fears. It seemed Clarissa was being manipulated, and the baby was a part of the plan. Could it be that the baby was just a means to get Henry? But who was this mysterious person pulling the strings? She scrolled further, finding more incriminating messages. The unknown number had instructed Clarissa on how to approach Henry, what to say, and how to manipulate his emotions. It was clear that this person had a deep-seated grudge against Henry and was willing to go to any lengths to see him suffer.