Four Or Dead Free Novel Novels & Stories

"Your okay now love, please don't cry" Fours soothing voice mumbled in my ear as I buried my face in his chest his thumb reaching and wiping away the tears that hasn't stopped flowing down my face. I couldn't stop shaking even when Four handed me his hoodie I was still shaking, not from being cold but from the events that only took place moments ago. I was almost raped, Dylan killed a man and I was now back with Four someone who I'd never thought I'd see again.

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

She also had her intestines on the outside of her body. The suicidal wolf was getting tired now, and he could barely drag himself up off of the floor. I could hear the poor thing struggling to breathe. But, he kept trying to kill himself, and one last slow charge at the glass was the final straw. The crunch of his skull breaking apart echoed through the room, as his head collided with the glass. Then came the booming thud, when his enormous deformed body hit the concrete floor. Finnley screamed out to me in horror, “Argh! What the fuck was that thing? Is it dead?”

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

Vincent tilted his head and pointed at his feet. “You know, like the guy from Fantastic Four. You look like you're about to go supernova and take off.” Vincent said, and Ezra rolled his eyes. He turned his attention back to the vampires just before they reached him. His hands close as they reach for him, and he feels their hearts burst. The fight seems never-ending. It's been raging for hours. Dead bodies lie in their path, creating a graveyard of vampires as they go, but the number of enemies continues to rise. It's like they're seeping out from the cracks like vermin, their numbers unending.

One choice that changes everything. Diesel is the storm the city fears. A man of cold leather, dark ink, and eyes that see through every lie Daisy has ever told. He wasn’t part of her plan. He wasn’t part of the debt. But when he steps out of the darkness, Daisy realizes her "freedom" was just a cage waiting to be locked. Now, she’s caught between the thugs who want her dead and the biker who claims he’s her only hope. Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her.

"When you die, no one is going to mourn you. No one is going to visit your grave. No one is going to remember your name." "I know." "Good." I walked to the door. Paused with my hand on the knob. "Goodbye, Sergei." "Goodbye, Elena." I walked out. Behind me, I heard him cough. Blood on his hands. Blood on the floor. Blood on everything. --- End of Chapter Forty-Six.

My gaze moved to Trevor "Now I need you to tell me why you said this book is dangerous " " it's not important " I can see that Trevor is avoiding the question, my eyes lower to see him clenching his fist, his eyes looking restrained like a bad memory just resurfaced. " I want to know Trevor. So please tell me " " if you try opening it and it doesn't choose you, you will die in two weeks " his gaze met mine "We were five who created the book, my four friends died but still I never got to force the book open, and that's why I was safe"

She had been so close to proving it. She tried to push herself up again, her arms trembling. Her hand brushed something cold and wet on the floor. She turned her head slowly, ignoring the fresh wave of pain. Four bodies. Four dead bodies lay scattered around the dim, abandoned warehouse-like room. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and sticky. Their eyes were open, staring at nothing. They looked like young girls. Elena’s breath caught. She forced herself to stay calm, swallowing the rising panic. Stay alive. Stay focused.