Fourtris Divergent Novels & Stories

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

I’ve not even gotten over the pain of heartbreak and rejection, and the goddess has now chosen to throw not one but four gorgeous men in my path. Since he’s giving me no choice, I march into the room careful so that our bodies don’t touch.

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

Ember and Lucian are demonstrating the next exercise, Ember grabs his waist and pulls backwards as hard as she can while Lucian pulls forward rather lazily. I turn to look at Cillian shouldn't we be the other way round? I thought but wondered how I would possibly pull him. Cillian gently places his second hand on my hips, being careful of his nails and the action is enough to tug at my heart. Ember blows her whistle and Cilian begins to pull, but not too hard, I try to move forward mimicking a running motion. I hear a sudden crack in my back and tense up but all I feel is relief. After a few seconds Ember blows her whistle again.

“And I’m definitely the best thing that has ever happened to you.” “True!” I noticed the girls motioning me over. “What’s up?” I asked. “We’re all happy,” Fiona commented. “We finally figured our shit out.” Olivia smiled. “We’re gonna go places and be together while we do it.” Uma stated. “We’re kind of living our best lives.” I giggled. I grabbed a drink. “To the Fab FOUR!” “To the Fab FOUR!” Unknown POV My plan worked. Exposing the Fab FOUR for their issues worked like a charm. Sure things fell apart for a while, but then they came together beautifully.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

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This was war—and we all knew it. The door to Damian’s office barely clicked shut before he got straight to the damn point. “Alright. We’re splitting into four teams,” he said, voice hard and clipped. “Riven—you and a few of your warriors will infiltrate from the north. Kael, you and Lucas take the south and east. I’ll handle the west.” He paused for half a beat, long enough for me to know something was coming. “And I’m walking through the front door… with Lira.”

That word felt wrong in this place. Choice inside a system designed to remove it. But he continued. “Leave this layer behind and reset into isolation.” A pause. “Or remain and dismantle what comes next.” Alessandre tightened his grip slightly. “What comes next.” The Founder’s expression shifted slightly. Something like acknowledgment. “Iteration Four.” Silence. Then Ophelia spoke. “And if we refuse both.” A pause. The Founder looked at them. “Then you cease to exist in all iterations.” That was the final truth.