Four And X 소설 & 이야기

Lane has a lot to explain. "It's been ages since we met. What brings you to the Wastelands? You and I remembered when you said that when you would come back here, it would be for my help, and now you've come for my help, isn't that right?" He chuckled as he embraced Lane, who rested his head on Xander's shoulders. "Yes, you know me, Xander. It's been a while since we met, and now I've come for your help. There's something that—"

"If x plus y equals twelve and x minus y equals four, what is the value of x." I knew this. I knew this in eighth grade. Why did my brain feel like oatmeal. I wrote x equals eight. Checked the answer key. It was correct. One down. A million to go. --- My phone buzzed. Rick: "what are you doing" Me: "dying. you?" Rick: "playing games. want to come over" Me: "cannot. studying." Rick: "you never study." Me: "that is why I am failing."

were standing together. ​Even if they couldn't touch.

I assured and he nodded. “ Okay guys, you have ten minutes to gear up” Major Mark said as he came in and I shot him an angry look. The four guards that came in with Austin got to work immediately, arming themselves with weapons and ammunitions they will need. They made it look as if they were preparing for war.

I woke up out of a nap hearing commotion outside of my room. I tugged at my handcuffs to help me sit up a bit more. I yawned as quietly as I could. Then I slowly started focusing on the commotion outside the room. I heard a woman's voice. It was commanding and harsh. She was talking to a group of men. She was talking about a test subject. Test subject 504F that happened to be my code or whatever you wanted to call it. I heard her discussing with the men that a decision has been made to terminate that test subject. The test subject's powers are beyond what they expected and her powers were surpassing the tools they had to control it. So the test subject had to be terminated before it was out

I chuckled, fixing my seat and grabbed my phone, typing the calculation immediately. He slammed the paper in front of me. "It's 430.3125 !" "What?" I looked at my phone's screen before looking back at him, "How the duck did you get 430.3125 ?" "You see my lovely dearest best friend," He cleared his throat, acting professional and all, "The square is equivalent to 4 since it has 4 sides. The root is technically equivalent to 3 since the root comes from a tree or the other way around."

“Any stories?” “Yes. But later, after they sleep,” Xavier said. Liora gave a small nod, understanding. They shifted positions, and Xavier stood, holding Evan in the way Evan liked best, with short sways, four steps forward, four steps back. “Four forward, four back,” Xavier murmured, like a mantra. Evan closed his eyes, opened them, then closed them again. “And earlier?” Liora asked softly, not pressing, more like giving room if he wanted to talk.

FOUR ALPHA THEO'S POV I watched them drag her away without saying a word. I turned to face Leo only to see that he was numb, he had his hands on his lap as he sat down in a corner, looking into space. I turned to look at Austin too, and he wasn't faring better. He looked like someone who had just gotten the worst revelation of his life, and he looked dumbfounded. I realized he wasn't in the mood to make any decisions either.

“Jaxon.” The fourth one lingered back a step, arms crossed, eyes like storm clouds locked on mine. He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. His low rumble carried anyway. “Rafe.” The names rolled over me like thunder. My wolf whimpered, tail curled high, desperate. My throat was dry, words scraping raw as I finally forced them out. “…Evelynn.” All four of them smiled. Different smiles - Calder’s slow and claiming, Maddox’s hungry, Jaxon’s wicked, Rafe’s unreadable. But every one of them made my stomach twist tighter.

"She said the number is 400, no exceptions, and to remember the rule of four?" "That's it! Oh, thank you, sweetie. You saved me a massive headache. Everything else is fine?" "Yes, Mom. Everything is totally fine." I smiled, glancing at Austin. "Perfect. I love you! Call me later!" I hung up, placing the phone on the table. "Rule of four?" I asked Austin, pulling the sheet up to my chin. "What does that mean?" He grinned, that real, genuine smile I loved. "It means if you multiply the number Brock wrote down by four and then divide it by two and add zero, you get the actual number. Brock loves secret codes. It’s exactly 400."