Fourth Wall Novels & Stories

The fourth hour is the darkest part of the night. Not the latest the palace has people moving at every hour, guards rotating, kitchen staff starting their first preparations, the particular insomnia of people carrying difficult things. But the fourth hour has a quality the others do not. A held stillness. The city outside the walls at its most quiet, the streets empty in a way they are not at midnight or at dawn, the specific silence of a world that has briefly stopped performing. I have been awake since the third hour.

Kael raises his sword. “And you want to control that choice.” I WANT TO PREVENT THE END. “What end?” Selene demands. The creature turns toward her. THE END THAT BEGINS WHEN THE FOURTH OPENS THE LAST DOOR. A deep rumble rolls beneath the sanctuary. The walls split. Beyond the cracks, golden light pulses like a living heartbeat. The creature raises one hand. THE DOOR IS ALREADY OPENING. I look at Lyra. Her eyes glow with that strange fourth light.

He didn't want them and started to become a mad dog again. He kept shrieking as always, not until he could discern a woman walking next to Mr. Bruce in the hallway in front of him. The Wall was made of glass, which the people inside the room can see who or what was outside but a person outside the room could only see a normal glass. His eyes focused on her, thought that he was just imagining or maybe hallucinating, but the moment he realized she was real, his heart collapsed immediately, it was squeezing brutally that he barely kept his composure.

I gasped when I saw the fine crocodile grey skin he used as his wallpaper, it was amazeballs and matched the white bed spread neatly tucked under a black duvet–sweet! He closed the door behind him and took off his shirt–I gulped, watching every move he made like I was a predator and he was my prey. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, leaving him in milk briefs–showing how richly endowed he was below. I blinked rapidly and tore my eyes away from the irresistible view, taking them higher. My eyes lingered on his chest and I wanted to be cuddled up in his arms again. They slowly went down his flat stomach and lowered to his Adonis belt that slanted from his hip bones to his pelvic area,

For me, I have to actually think about physically blocking my thoughts. Imagine a wall, Margot had told me. A wall? That’s easy. The hard part is keeping the wall up. The second I’m distracted the wall moves. I don’t know if that’s normal, but it’s what happens to me. As soon as we get back to the house, Forrest heads upstairs to his room. I watch his retreating form, wondering if I should say something to him. “What’s wrong with Forrest?” I ask Desmond, who is standing closest to me.

I mocked, squeezing his hand in mine. We passed our first room. It had a single wall separating the middle. Holes opened up the wall and a few women were laying on their backs, pussies open to the holes. Glory hole. Hard dicks fucked them furiously, whilst another woman was sucking someone off. I moaned and Maverick spun on his heels.

“See? There’s nothing here.” Shadow scoffed. She placed her hand around the wall and rubbed it roughly around it. Before the renovation or rebuilding of this building, Shadow requested Nathan to not touch this specific area. Just upgrade it into the elevator area. Nathan did exactly that and here was the result. The setback was, she didn’t remember the specific color of the wall. The wall was painted with five different colors vertically. Yellow, red, blue, black, and white in that order. After the fourth try, the black wall started to move.

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

“Please let this be real. Please don’t take them away from me.” A warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and something else, something wild and free and full of promise. It felt like an answer. When I opened my eyes, all four of them were standing at the kitchen window, watching me with identical expressions of love and longing and absolute certainty. Five more days. I could wait five more days.

Ash said and walked closer to the brick wall and closed his eyes, as if trying to feel the energies the wall contained. "It's a barrier. Not an ordinary one."