Four Minutes Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You came." I looked at her. "You found me," I said. "You came north with the book." "Yes," she said. "But you were already here when I arrived." She paused. "The path brought you here before I knew to look." She paused. "That is the thing about the path." She paused. "It is always further ahead than we think." I sat in the center hall. The fourth year. Three autumns. One bag. A plan to be invisible.

the head maid had said to me. What was his deal with the number four? I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. Was he like a…four minute man? My own wild thoughts almost made me trip over with laughter as I walked over to serve the tea. I had to tighten my lips together to hold the laugh in. Hmmm, but could he really be a four minute man? I mean it was plausible. All that stoneface, what time would he have for any romance? All he probably did was go straight to the point, chased his pleasure and left.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

I thought about what anything could look like in four minutes when the right person was on the other end of the signal. I opened my book and started reading. And didn't take the bracelet off.

There was always a catch, Zara and I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the four sexy and brooding men sitting in seats across the table from me. “They must continue to submit to their Alpha King, and agree to a mating of his choosing, with a pod.” Colt stated clearly looking me directly in the eyes. Goddess his eyes…just looking into them made me feel all tingly all over and get all fuzzy on the inside. ‘I’m your all fuzzy inside. There ain’t no more room in here for anythin’ else! Ya got that?!’ Zara quickly interjected to remind me. I just had to chuckle at her silly snide remarks at times.

Fred POV “It was a waste of my fucking time,” I let out as I bring the cold beer to my lips and Richard nods as Dylan and Jude look at me. My brothers are my best friends. They have always stuck around helping me, even when I didn’t want their help. As the younger of four, I grew up in their shadow, always wanting to be like them.