Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

"You fucked her!" This was where I would die.

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

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!

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

We collapse together. A complete, utter, beautiful mess. The sheets are destroyed. We are destroyed. Her chest is heaving against my cheek and my hand is still loosely cupped between her thighs and neither of us speaks for a very long time because speech requires functioning brain cells and we are both completely out of those. "I'm dead," she says finally. "You're not dead. You're breathing." "Barely." A pause. "How many was that?" I count on my fingers. "Four. Maybe five. That last one was ambiguous."

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”

Lyra finished the sentence, her voice barely a whisper. On the network, chaos erupted. NODE 12: Node 47 is gone. What happened to Node 47? He was just talking—he was just saying thank you— NODE 89: Is he dead? Did they kill him? Did the game find a way? NODE 156: We have to do something. We can't just let them pick us off one by one. We have to fight back.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

Outnumbered, they forced me into a corner of the wall. I glared at Nora and said threateningly, "I have been serving my country for the past four years! If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you'll pay!" I tried to take the medal out of my pocket, but she ordered the guards to strike hard at the ribs I once broke protecting her. "You're declared dead, yet you still think you have any leverage?" Back then, I was injured protecting her, yet she now used it as my weakness. Four of my ribs were broken. The pain in my hand forced it to curl up.