Four Minutes Book Novels & Stories

He said: "And now the fourth starts with glad." She said: "Yes." He said: "That is the distance." She said: "Yes." He said: "Between the first book and the fourth." She said: "Between who I was at the gate and who I am in this room." He said: "Yes." She sat down. She said: "I want to add something. To the first page of the fourth book." He said: "What." She said: "You." She took the book out of her pocket.

While Felix were on his way going to his school. An event just crossed his mind. Thinking those things that happen in his high school years. He still not gotten' to pass through those unlucky days of his lives. In his first year of high school, he has been yelled by her teacher in Math and the reason for him to got kicked out from his class. And he never thought that upon walking his way out of the room, he suddenly stumbled to a chair near the door of the room where his teacher was standing. The book that he was holding flew in the face of his teacher and that makes her face turned into a red tomatoes.

Not once. Four days. I closed my eyes. Four days was going to be a long time.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

For now. END OF CHAPTER 4

“Mr. Smith! The baby is almost out of breath. We’re performing CPR… If you truly care about him, come over quickly to save him!” Hearing that, Susan’s smile deepened. “Eason, there’s no time left. Are you signing or not?” My hands trembled as I reached for the pen. Bang! The door was slammed open. My grandfather’s butler, Sam, burst in with four bodyguards dressed in black. Sam shouted, “It’s wrong! Everything is wrong!”

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets?

Six years of learning exactly which tone meant what was coming next and bracing accordingly. I sat down at the head of the table. Slowly. Deliberately. The way Damien sat in rooms, like the furniture had been placed specifically for him and the timing of his arrival was the only correct one and everything else was simply waiting for him to begin. I folded my hands on the table. I looked at Aiden. "Four minutes and forty seconds," I said. He blinked. "What?" "You have four minutes and forty seconds remaining," I said. "I'd suggest using them more efficiently than you have been."

My brain was still somewhat foggy from the effects of whatever it was that had me in a mess before I woke up here. “It’s been four days. Interdimensional travel is never easy on a body, especially the body of a Human.” The kind voice said. “What? Four days? How?” I murmured, trying not to sound too alarmed. I was supposed to have amnesia, remember? I bit back the urge to call out for Rowen, but I wasn’t about to give up any information. I may only be a Human, but I'm not stupid. I know how to survive.

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