Does Four Die In Divergent Mga Nobela at Kwento

Taylor watched the one still alive twitch on the floor. “How much blood did we give that one?” Kip asked. “I think he got 100 milliliters.” Taylor said, grabbing a notebook at the desk and flipping through it. “Yeah he got 100. Room four and seven did as well.” Taylor confirmed and then glanced at the camera to room four and seven. “Well four and seven are dead. What's different about this one?” Kip asked out loud, leaning over the control board staring into the camera. “He was a college student like the rest, he was in his early twenties and played football. The other two were the same in age but not into sports.” Taylor said, reading over his notes.

Natalie looked at Lucian and asked. Lucian shook his head gently and said, "I told you before that you can do whatever you want with them. Even if you kill them, I still have no complaints or sympathy for those people. Even if you kill them, it will not be the right punishment for the crime they committed. So you can treat them as you wish, as long as you want. Just let me know when your work is done, and I will finish the rest. Another thing is that those four are now dead in front of the world. They died in the plane crash on that island."

I blinked the tears that were fighting to come down. Dominic. My parents are asking me to marry Dominic. The same man who has already buried three wives. Am I supposed to be the fourth? The next one lowered into the ground with flowers on her coffin? I wanted to scream at them, to ask if this was truly the only way. Do they even understand the weight of what they’re asking me to do? Are they prepared to bury their daughter just to settle a debt? “Okay” that was all I could mutter. That was all I could word out. “Please give me a moment,” I said to both of them.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool marble floor sending a small shiver through my body. "How bad was it?" I asked. Dante didn't pretend not to understand. "The attack." He watched me quietly for a second before answering. "They're gone." "That's not what I asked." A flicker of something—maybe approval passed through his expression. "Four intruders dead," he said calmly. "Two escaped." My stomach tightened. "Will they come back?" "Yes." The answer was immediate. Certain. Like there had never been any doubt. "Well," I muttered, "that's comforting."

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

“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.”

We were show to them right now. Jaxon swore. Calder closed his eyes. Maddox looked ready to kill everyone present. Evelynn exhaled through her nose. “Yes.” I blinked. That was somehow worse than denial. “Is it ours? All four?” I asked. “Yes,” she said again. My brain stopped cooperating. Jaxon rubbed a hand over his face. “We had a whole emotional cave journey about it.” “There were rituals,” Calder added dryly. “Great powers,” Maddox said. “Trauma,” Jaxon continued.

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

Surrounded by all four of them, their hands gentle but possessive on my skin, I felt completely overwhelmed and completely safe at the same time. “Is this true claiming?” I asked softly. “This is just the beginning,” Marcus said, leaning down to capture my lips again. The kiss was different with the others watching, more intense somehow. When Marcus pulled back, Darius’s mouth was immediately there, claiming me with the same desperate hunger. “Our turn,” he said against my lips, and then I was lost in sensation as all four of them touched me, kissed me, whispered words of possession and love against my skin. Zane’s lips found my neck while Kael’s hands tangled in my hair. Marcus’s fingers tr