Divergent 4 Novels & Stories

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

I had some dignity. He flipped through some channels, pausing and asking if I liked the movie. We struggled to find something we both agreed on. He was a man, and his idea of funny was a little different than mine. He kept flipping until we had finished our pizza and were on our second beers. “This one, come on?” he said with a laugh. I looked at the screen and nodded. “Absolutely. I haven’t seen this in forever.” He pushed play, and we started watching the Hangover. The movie was hilarious for men and women. I settled in, feeling completely comfortable and relaxed and absolutely content with the situation. I put my plate on the coffee table and pulled the small throw Trent had brought for m

Derrick A hush came over the room as i entered, the hush wasn't one of admiration or respect rather it was one of contempt and rage. It was the silence that came before the stoning. I looked around the room as I walked towards the head of the table. Trying to work the room, I tried making eye contact with the people. I patted Meredith on the shoulders, winked at David and Joe. Meredith shivered and the men refused to reply or acknowledged my effort at levity. After the initial address to them late evening yesterday where they still insisted on selling their stakes in the company. I spent the entire night downing coffee and poring over the details of a new contract with Joshua, David and thei

“The other men are waiting for their orders!” Jordan yelled at Liya, but she pretended not to hear him. That was her only chance at getting what she needed. Damian was out of the office, and somehow, there was a malfunction at the system’s control office. All the control buttons had been damaged, meaning that the CCTV cameras were temporarily off. And since it was evening, they all had to wait until morning before the engineers could come and fix it.

“Alpha Vane, Ms. Thorn told you to release her. A gentleman would listen.” Lycus’s jaw flexed hard, Alpha fury flashing fiercely in his eyes. “Who are you to dare touch me?” The stranger did not blink, his tone unwavering. “Someone who heard a woman say no.” A dead hush fell over the entire hall. Lycus yanked his arm backward with all his strength, yet the man’s fingers held him fast as iron. Two powerful auras clashed violently—Lycus’s fierce, domineering power crashing against the stranger’s colder, deeper, more overwhelming strength. The air thickened, crackling with suffocating tension.

Draven sat in the back of his SUV, the aura around him likable to a stormy night in the middle of an ocean. He was waiting, and he hated it. The longer his subordinates took to report back to him, the more restless he grew. His body vibrated with barely contained power, his gaze darker than the moonless sky. A moment later, his phone vibrated in his pocket and his expression never changing, he pulled it out. He swiped the screen, picking the call, and put the phone to his ear.

Darien pinned him down, landing two heavy, solid punches into Adrian's ribs, but Adrian brought his knee up sharply into Darien’s stomach, forcing Darien off him. Both men staggered back to their feet, gasping for air, their shirts torn and covered in gray concrete dust and blood. "You're done, Adrian," Darien panted, his fists raised, blocking the path back to the exit door. "The marshals are at the bottom of the stairs. Put your hands up." "I am not going to a federal cell!" Adrian roared. His face was unrecognizable now, completely twisted by manic fury. He didn't look at the floor. He didn't look at the space around him. Driven by pure, unadulterated hatred, Adrian lunged forward, throwi

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

I grabbed my things and stormed out, ignoring his voice calling my name. By the time I reached the reception area, my pulse was racing. And there—like some twisted coincidence—stood Damon. I tried to walk past him, but he called out to me. Forcing a smile onto my face I turned. “Hi.” He looked at me, his expression unreadable, somewhere between anger and concern. “You’ve been crying,” he said, his tone low and serious. “I just quit my job,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “And I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I have no money. My father doesn’t even support me, instead he has his dear son bossing me around and ruining my life.”