Four Or Dead Goa Novels & Stories

Hearing my acquiescence, Fabian Gates was overjoyed. “That’s dope! I knew I hadn’t misjudged you! Since I’m being considerate, just get me two brand new Audi R8s. If you’re short on cash, I can hook you up with an absolutely reliable money lender!” R8? Over three million dollars each? What am I, his sugar daddy? I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?”

Four noticed his lostness and continued "Why did you stop? Wasn't i spot on!( Four stood up to Zayn and looked at him in eyes) look i came capital to find clues not for your bullshit!" What did you mean you traveled here to find clues?" Zayn asked narrowing his eyes. Four took a deep breath. "I didn't took my uncles words seriously until .......my parents died in a earthquake caused by Gigi....... i don't blame her she was just an infant but that is the reason i am scared........just think about it. An infant holding such tremendous powers to cause an earth quake strong enough to destroy a village.

"Just… kill me…" Seeing that I was still stubbornly refusing to speak, Natalia picked up a knife and walked toward me. The cold gleam of the blade stopped less than an inch from my left eyeball. "Do you think putting on such an act will make us go soft on you? I'll ask you one last time. Where is Irvy?" Natalia asked menacingly. I raised my pale face, exhausting every ounce of strength to force out a smug smile. "Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks.

His body shifted with each bump in the road, and every time it did my stomach twisted like it was my own brother lying there. Ahead, four bikes rode in formation, their taillights a steady, pulsing red. Rafe, Calder, Maddox, Jax - the brothers. Mine. Wolves born of fire and metal, their engines were low, furious heartbeats pounding out a song that promised vengeance. Behind me, more bikes thundered, twenty strong, a wall of sound and fury escorting me like a queen of the dead. It looked like a funeral procession. It was one.

“No. I mean just looked.” He turned back to me, studying my face. “Just looked.” “Yes.” “Uh-huh.” The way he said it made my stomach flip. “What happened up there?” I asked, desperate to change the subject. “Is everyone okay? Are you okay ?” “We’re fine,” he said. “They’re not.” They’re dead. He didn’t say it, but I heard it anyway. “How many?” I whispered. “Four.” He wiped his hands on his jeans, smearing blood across the dark fabric. “Sent to test our defenses. See if you were really here.”

Sebastian lunged. Dario kicked him back and slammed the detonator. "Let's all die together." The explosion rocked the sky. Flames tore through the air. The Morello mansion was gone—nothing left but rubble. *** The TV blared, the anchor's voice sharp: "Breaking news tonight out of Santria City: A deadly explosion leveled the Morello estate overnight. Authorities have confirmed the deaths of Dario Morello, Serena Venier, and both of their parents. No survivors have been found."

Number Four actually ignored Meng Lingyun who was behind him, turned around and fled. "You're so stupid!" The shadow caught up with him in an instant and threw a punch with endless killing intent. He threw a punch! Bang! Bang! Two consecutive sounds rang out! One was the sound of the shadow hitting his body, and the other was the sound of his huge body falling to the ground! Four's body twitched a few times in the air and then fell to the ground! Not a sound could be heard! They were all dead! Amongst Meng Lingyun’s Four Divine Envoys, only A’Da remained!

I sneered and dug out my wedding certificate. "Nora Christie's my wife! What wedding?" The security guard had a look at the wedding certificate before grumbling impatiently, "Sir, spreading lies is illegal. Ms. Christie's husband has long been missing. Even the court has declared him dead. In the past four years, I only ever saw Ms. Christie and her boyfriend." I snickered. So, the moment I went off the grid four years ago, Nora could not wait to throw herself into the arms of Henry.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to