Romans & histoires Divergent Fanfiction Tris And Four

Jessy questioned. “i slept at Corvan’s dorm” “what” Chase said alarmed. “are you trying to replace me” “who is Corvan” Jessy asked “Corvan is the guy that Mia hate with passion or used to hate, their relationship is weird now” Chase answerd. “ohh that asshat you always tell me about, always knew there was love behind all those insults towards him” Jessy said. “i don’t love him, i don’t even see him as a friend we are more like aquintance” i argued. “we were just reading together and i fell asleep there, that’s all” i said showing them the book in my hand.

Forty Nine Erik POV Frustration was a cold knot in my chest. Trisha was avoiding me, flinching away from my touch like I was a stranger. I hadn’t done anything, not really. I knew the supernatural world was a tidal wave for her, but I thought… I thought she would seek solace in me. That was my first mistake. My second was underestimating the situation. Her arousal was a physical presence in the school, a thick, cloying perfume that had even my ancient control straining at its chains. But woven into that intoxicating scent was something else. Something that sent a spike of pure ice through my dead heart.

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…”

of my hair!" He was trying to get away from me but he couldn't because I was pulling his hair out of our room. "Wtf! Scarlet!" my boyfriend shouted and pulled my arm so I sat on the floor. My waist suddenly tingled. "Don't ever hurt Trisha, Scarlet because I'm the one you'll fight against!" my boyfriend yelled at me. I slowly stood up and approached him. "Why didn't you come back last night? Did I think you would come back? I waited for you! Then you're just here because you're talking to someone else? Of course it's Gio! You already have a girlfriend! Why is Trisha still here?" I shouted at him. It hurts, yes it hurts a lot. It's like I'm being killed. The answer I got from him was a stron

With one more turn before I hit the main exit, I figure I’m in the clear… at least, until I come face-to-face with a brick wall of a man with his arms crossed in front of him. I sigh. “Dad.” This one is my biological father, Tristan, probably the worst possible person to find me here. I have four dads, which is hard to explain other than my mom has four mates, so they’re all my dads. For simplicity’s sake, my siblings and I just call them by their first names or just “Dad.” “Trisha.” He doesn’t need to say much more. I just march out the side door, the one that leads into the hallway instead of to freedom outside, as he follows me.

He had been devastated but he was thankful he had my sisters and me. I went to my room to lay down, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew. He was so handsome, and I didn’t understand why he would refuse the mate bond for someone else. I knew that my father would take of the situation though and that we would end up together. Travis’ POV I approached the man whose thoughts I couldn’t read and tried to introduce myself. “I’m Travis.” I reached out a hand. “I’m not gay man.” He said in a deep voice.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."

"What anchors." "Four bound to one," Lucian said quietly. The same words from the pendant. From the carving. "One born of three. The prophecy isn't metaphorical, Aria. Every tribrid in recorded history was meant to bond with four anchors , one for each nature, plus one more. Wolf. Vampire. Witch. And a fourth that doesn't correspond to any of the three natures at all." "What's the fourth."

I had girl time. But here, I just have… Forrest. Phoenix. Puma. Desmond. All the time. And I like them. A lot. But… It would be nice to have a girl to talk to. I can’t even call Katherine and talk to her because how could I explain the love triangle… pentagon? Is it even that? I guess technically it’s a backwards harem. Instead of a guy having a lot of wives, I have a lot of boyfriends.