Four Or Dead Free Novel Novels & Stories

Eight aimed to grab me by the collar but Four stopped him. “This is useless. We can’t just randomly kill anyone or we could end up all dead,” Four said, he sat down near a wall, leaning his head backward. “Why are you so sure of this? Have you played this game before?” All eyes went to me. “We all did. So, you’re a new one? Whose pet, are you?”

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!”

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A dead whore. A dead whore who was still in bed in Nevi’s house. I’d read quite a few books on spirituality and the afterlife. They are topics I’ve always had a strong interest in. What did they say about dying? Oh yes… Souls that are stuck in the fourth dimension create a comfortable and familiar surrounding for themselves. Was I stuck in Nevi’s house for eternity? Alone? If so, this was hell for sure.

Campbell had prepared hot tea to ward off the cold. Holding the warm cup and feeling the cozy atmosphere of the Campbell household, I felt some anticipation for the future for the first time. Perhaps letting go of the past and starting afresh was not such a bad thing. On Christmas Eve, fireworks blazed outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound of firecrackers rose and fell in waves. Standing by the window, I felt as if I were in another lifetime. "Merry Christmas, Rachel." Gabriel stood very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, making me feel tingly.

None of the two boys understood what was happening. Suddenly, Adel was on the floor, crying and with his eyes lost into nothingness. Vivid images of his past with April came to his mind. He’d let her die. He didn’t do anything to stop her from dying. He cheated on his lovely wife with her best friend, and now she was alive. Of course April had died, and in her place Madeline had been reborn.

For a few months, I had a reason to breathe again. Then, she vanished. They said she had been sent to another pack. I knew better. She was dead , because she had cared. Her name was Freya. My only friend. My tears were endless. After adulthood, my existence decayed further. I no longer left the room. I slept on the cold mattress, relieved myself in a corner hole, and survived in the dark. The days bled into each other , beatings, violation, silence. Sometimes they fed me, to keep me alive.

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Rafe POV For five days, I buried them. Not literally in the ground, but in my head? A dozen times. Maddox dead in some cursed tunnel because he thought rage was strategy. Jaxon talking his way into a blade. Calder bleeding quietly somewhere no one could find him. Evelynn dragged into darkness by the Hollow Mother herself. Every hour they stayed gone, I imagined a new ending. Then they rode into the yard like nothing had happened. Dust-covered. Bruised. Alive.

The world tilts, my vision swimming with fire and shadows. I hit the ground hard, my body curling in on itself. My fingers press weakly against the wound but I know it's a useless endeavor and I didn't even know why I bothered trying. Instincts, maybe? Well, it doesn't matter. As the warmth seeps through my wounds and through my fingers, staining my skin, my dress, and the floor beneath me, I know that I'm dying. But...for the first time in my life, I feel free.