Four In The Divergent Series Novels & Stories

My back arched, and my throat ran dry. “Make your choice," they whispered. I blinked. Everything faded. I found myself stripped bare, wrists bound to a bed, my heart still pounding just as hard. And that’s when four pairs of hands and lips began their enticing crawl, tracing their way up my trembling, aroused form. Little did I know, I had unwittingly stepped into a web of seduction and submission. Where boundaries blurred… and choices had dire consequences. ~~~ Chapter 1 - Things To Hide “Carlos’ name is on the blacklist!”

“They kept saying you weren’t coming. That nobody wanted me.” “Lies,” I said fiercely, holding him tighter. “Every word. Mama always comes for you. Always.” Dante stood in the doorway, watching us. The expression on his face was something I’d never seen from him before, raw, unguarded, deeply moved. When my eyes met his, he didn’t look away. Didn’t hide what he was feeling. And for just a moment, the Alpha King disappeared. And the man from the library looked back at me. “We need to keep moving,” he said softly. “Level four. That’s where the research is. Where we destroy everything.”

"And if Chaewon doesn't break? If she's stronger than projected?" "She won't be. I know her. I am her. And I know exactly how much she can take before she shatters." Iris pulled up a map. "Three more days. Let them grieve. Let them separate. Let the family fracture completely. Then Phase Four begins." "What's Phase Four?" "The end. For all of them."

One by one, the townspeople stopped what they were doing and faced them, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Aiden whispered, “They’re receivers.” Julian’s voice rolled through the air, calm and distant, as if carried by the wind itself. “You killed the mind. You forgot the body.” The shopkeeper smiled—a perfect imitation of Julian’s smirk—and said, “Phase Four was never about me. It was about us.” The crowd moved as one. Dante drew his gun. “Aiden, run.” But Aiden didn’t. He closed his eyes, feeling the pulse inside his veins syncing with theirs. The network was trying to absorb him again, but this time he didn’t resist. He listened.

“If one point is removed, the system reverts to three.” Darius nodded slowly. “Which restores control.” Seren’s voice echoed again. “No… you don’t understand…” The energy surged. Pain shot through my chest. All of us felt it. “Say it,” Aria urged. Seren’s voice broke through clearer this time. “The four points are not separate.” My breath caught. “What?” “They’re layered,” she said. “Interdependent. Remove one… and the structure doesn’t shrink…” The ground shook violently. “…it shatters.”

“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.

“That’s enough! Your family has gone too far! For the sake of money, you’re willing to harm your own grandson, your own nephew! “The Smith family will not tolerate people like you! From today onwards, our families have nothing to do with each other! Susan, you will divorce Eason, and leave with nothing!” Susan collapsed on the couch. She seemed despair. “I know I’m wrong. I’m not asking you to forgive me. I beg you to let me visit Lucas sometimes...” “You don’t deserve,” I said, looking at her. “The moment you give him up, you stop being his mother.”

A date appeared beneath it. 27 YEARS AGO. Seraphina turned the page. Her mother’s medical records. Then another document. PROJECT ORIGIN. She opened it. Three names appeared. SERAPHINA VALE. LUCIEN VIRELLI. SUBJECT FOUR. But there was something beneath them. A fourth classification. GENETIC PURPOSE: UNKNOWN. Seraphina stared. “Why was Subject Four different?” Her mother answered quietly. “Because he wasn’t created by Black Veil.” Seraphina looked at her.

She caught Lucien’s eye. He touched her shoulder. "You did good." She traced the smooth wall. "They’re a bigger Hydra than we thought." Lucien watched her. "Then we keep cutting." That night, they flew back to Sicily. The jet held a different tension—practical, simmering. Seraphina looked out window at coastline lights. "We're cleaning out the next core." Lucien slid closer. "Phase Four is coming." Seraphina nodded. "And I’ll be with you."

Echo POV They keep talking, something about schedules, dues, a new shipment, but the words blur into static. My mind slips away again, dragging me under like a riptide. I’m back in my room, Davina above me, wrists bound in silk, her thighs clamped around my head, that smirk sharp as a blade. She’d lean down, whisper bad bunny, and I’d beg, full-on, pathetic, please, for her to ruin me. I’d let her tattoo her name on my chest, carve it into my skin, brand me until the world knew I was hers.