Four Against One Novels & Stories

With that he walked into the classroom. Phoebe stood there still in shock before laughing and walking away, soon her teammates followed after her and we released the ones that were paused. “Who can rewrite what was cleaned?” Cillian asked. “Easy work” Jenna released Raphael’s hand and muttered something under her breath, causing the writings to come back. “North East, North West, South East, South West, North, West, South,” She read aloud. “It’s a sequence” A girl on glasses said as she adjusted her glasses.

I gestured around. "Only mom and dad can differentiate." "She'll think she's falling for one person," Den said, understanding dawning. "But it'll actually be all four of us." "Building her up from different angles," I continued. "Different personalities, different approaches, but all working toward the same goal. Make her feel seen. Make her feel special. Make her fall in love." "And then we tell her it was four different people playing with her," Ven finished, his smile sharp and vicious. "That none of it was real. That she was so desperate for attention she couldn't even tell she was being played by four different men."

This was already the fourth year I had stayed by Leo’s side. And still, he couldn’t get into university. “You can’t keep wasting time like this. It’s already our fourth year. If you still don’t get in… what will you do with your life?” I sighed as I tried to convey the urgency of his situation. I had meant it as a kind, heartfelt reminder, but to Leo, it sounded like an insult. He let out a cold laugh. Then he suddenly yanked a handful of my hair, his face twisting in anger.

Fakhry's deep growl carried across the din as he unleashed a hail of bullets, pinning the enemy squad against the terminal wall. "Push them off the line!" Brax roared, tossing a smoke canister that rolled across the tarmac, choking the air with a dense white cloud. Carly pressed herself against the fuel drums, heart hammering in her throat, every gunshot rattling her bones. Through the haze, she saw Giovanni's silhouette—unmoving, unshaken, commanding. His pistol cracked with ruthless accuracy, each shot deliberate, final. The attackers tried to regroup, shouting orders in clipped, foreign tongues. But The Four were relentless. Dalziel vaulted over a crate, shotgun blasting holes into their

Bitterness burned up my throat like swallowed fire. "Vipers," I whispered into the freezing night air. The word tasted like pure poison—sharp, hateful, and lethal. I wished—truly, venomously wished with every fiber of my battered soul—that all four of them would drop dead in a single second. Not slowly. Not painfully. Just gone. Erased from the face of the earth. The world would be quieter without the quadruplets. Cleaner. Sanctified.

I am the only daughter of the Sivillian Mafia Don, Gino Casati. Papa has groomed four outstanding men to be my suitors so that I may choose one of them to be my fiance in the future. They have protected me since childhood. However, the day before the suitor selection banquet, an enemy Famiglia tries their third assassination attempt on me. All four of them—Enzo Mazzola, Otto Giunta, Marcela Sechi, and Raphael Rosetti—once again turn their backs on me to shield Lia Pagano instead, hiding her safely behind their backs. Lia trembles with fear, looking like a frightened kitten. Enzo hurriedly closes her eyes with his hands so that the bloody scene doesn't scare her. Yet the look he shoots at m

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th

Finally, at six thirty, there was a knock on the door. I stood to open it, and a huge bouquet blocked my view. It was camellias, my favorite flower. Even though my severe allergies and past surgery meant I could barely smell anything, I couldn't help but smile. Harry stood at the back of the group, his gaze gentle, his voice steady. "I love you, Selena." I moved through the crowd, almost running into his arms. "I love you too." But the next second, he didn't hug me back. Instead, he shoved me away with force.

When he delved inside her panties, it didn’t take long for his declaration to become true. “I love you,” she gasped, arching against his hand. “Our kid is going to be terrifying, you know.” He leaned down to kiss her, but not before rumbling, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The End Thank you for reading My One and Only! I hope you loved Lucy and Carter’s story. Loved Carter and Lucy’s banter? Then don’t miss my enemies-to-lovers romance, Say You’re Mine! After losing his wife in a tragic accident, vineyard-owner Adam Danvers has no time for love. Until a smart-mouthed journalist moves into his sleepy hometown and turns his world upside-down…

I really worked my ass out to get this bag and now it's going to be of no use to me. Gathering my things already scattered on the floor, I begin to stand up when I notice four pairs of legs stop right in front of me. They were all wearing Nikes but in different shades. The one on my left had green on, the one beside him had blue, the second to the last had brown on and the last one had a black on. "Aren't you done packing?" one says in a thick authoritative voice. "Chill Alec, after all, it's our arrival that caused this mess," another says in a calm tone. That voice sounds strangely familiar.