Four And Tris From Divergent Novels & Stories

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

I asked, though my voice came out breathless. “Stopping pretending we don’t all want the same thing,” Darius said from behind me, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “Which is?” “You,” they said in unison, and the possessiveness in their voices sent heat spiraling through me. “All of you,” I whispered. “All of us,” Marcus confirmed, leaning forward to capture my lips. Each kiss was different, each touch uniquely them, but together they created something that was purely ours. Marcus’s steady devotion, Zane’s intense focus, Kael’s playful passion, Darius’s quiet possession. Four different ways of loving me that somehow fit together perfectly.

From joy. The triad was about to become four.

My breath hitched in my throat, a testament to the monumental weight of the moment. He turned to the triplets, his gaze encompassing all three, a silent acknowledgment of their intertwined destinies. “Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. Sons of Alpha Thorne. You have hurt her. You have protected her. You have feared her. You have desired her. And now… will you claim her? Will you accept the bond, with all its burdens and its boundless gifts?”

Tritan then repositions himself next to Finrir, sandwiched between him and Naida, as they settle into their new configuration. Naida finds comfort snuggled into Tritan's side, and the three of them drift off into a peaceful slumber. Their bodies entwined, their minds filled with a sense of security and love, they succumb to the embrace of sleep, ready to face the challenges and adventures that await them in the days to come. Together, they find solace in each other's presence, knowing that their bond will guide them through whatever lies ahead.

she said biting his head off. Trix did a once over of the guards again. “We can take them,” she decided. “Yeah, whatever,” Tristan said. Trix could feel his discomfort from where she stood beside him. “We need an escape route,” he said. “Look at you thinking like one of those misfits,” Trix taunted, she would enjoy it while it lasted before he became his bitter self once more. She closed her eyes and opened them once more. “And the egg became a portal key to the place the holder most desired,” her voice was monotone and her eyes distant, with a slight purplish hue.

love . "Tris how can you not see you're being played oh my god" he threw his arms up in the air frustratedly before I laughed at his annoyance . "Even Four sees it" he snapped at the tv . He was really into this , it was funny to see him so worked up over something that wasn't even real . But I guess that the fun part of movies is that at the end of the day they aren't real and you can always make up your own ending if you don't like the original one . He groaned frustrated at Tris and glanced at me . I was just gazing at him with a happy look on my face . His attention was forced back to the tv , leaving me to stare longingly at him .

He straddled my hips. "Aiden, please—" He scoffed. "Please, what?" His fingers trailed down my arm, slow and taunting. "You knew exactly what you were doing." I trembled beneath him, but not entirely out of fear. Desire consumed me. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my collarbone. Then, without warning, his teeth sank into my skin—not hard enough to break flesh, but just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain through me. I gasped, my body arching involuntarily.

He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against my forehead. Then we face him together, he said. The three of us. And you. The three of us, I repeated. You, Theron, Lysander. And me. The Triad Bond hummed between us, connecting us all. I felt Theron in the next room, his sleep restless, his wolf pacing. I felt Lysander, calm and watchful, his eyes closed but his mind alert. They love you too, Cassian said. You know that. I know.

“People with that look always do.” “That ‘look’ is trauma,” another replied, quieter. “Try not to provoke it.” “Is she conscious?” a third asked. Firm. Commanding. Footsteps approached. When I opened my eyes, four men stood before me. Different builds. Same dress. The first was tall and broad, shoulders loose, posture relaxed like nothing in the world truly worried him. Dark hair fell into amused eyes. A grin played at his mouth, careless but sharp. Jeremy. The second stood beside him, leaner, softer around the edges. His eyes were warm, brown, observant. He looked at me like I was a person, not a problem.