Four And X Novels & Stories

Tonight will be crucial. "I'm going to shower," Sam says, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and nothing else. I don't know what he's planning, but he doesn't say anything serious or hint at anything. Sam takes so long in the shower that I come up with an idea to get honest answers out of him. When he finally opens the bathroom door, I have a surprise ready. "I have a game for you!" "Hmm... tell me." "On this table are four slips of paper, each with a question... each one will be placed on my body. You choose where. If you don't want to answer..."

He always talked about four Alphas who committed unspeakable acts against a single woman. I kept running, unable to stop. Not now that I have something to protect—an innocent life growing inside me.

“What do you think?” “They’re great, Maggie,” he said. “I mean – perfect.” She was startled at his praise, but hid it well. “Oh, good.” “Yeah. I don’t quite see how I’ll choose only four.” “Well, I’ll go sit over here and do some work, then, and leave you to it. Let me know when you’ve made up your mind.”

“How can I be your mate and Forrest’s mate if everybody just has one person?” The guys all fall silent and look between each other. I wonder if they’re having a silent conversation with one another through their mind connection. “We don’t know why, but you have four mates,” Forrest eventually says out loud. Four mates. Four. Not just two. Somewhere, deep down, I knew it already. But feeling it and knowing it are two very different things.

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No wonder why she follows Chelsea around. “16 isn’t the answer. It’s part of the problem. I could easily rewrite it like this,” I said, and took the paper to write x=(16-4)3. “Could you solve this?” Bethany scoffed. “Sure. Sixteen minus four is twelve, and twelve divided by three is four.” “So ‘x’ would equal?” I prompted. “Four,” she scoffed.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.