Novel & Cerita I Am Number Four Kindle

I smile into the dark. And for the first time in four years, I sleep peacefully.

I opened the box of the phone and 'BABE' was written on its display. . 'So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do' . I quickly received the call before I missed it. "Hello" "See, I told you that you have my number.", I heard her speaking. "And I have also saved the number of Luca in it. In case you're worried about me, or I don't receive your call for a long time, then you can call him, okay?" "Thank you." "Forgiving my number?", She teased. "Girls like me don't share her number easily.

zayn asked raising an eye brow. "i saw a weird looking but when i looked closely it said the secrets of the magical kingdom. i think it can givevus some clues!' Four said "Great!where is the book" Zayn asked "I didn't took it" "What? why?" Zayn whispered yelled. "Well then then i wouldn't have the chance to come here" Zayn was pissed at Fours reply. "Well then get the book and let's get the fuck out of here. " Zayn said

Chapter 8 Tina I couldn’t tell you how long it had been since I last had freedom, something so huge that I took for granted. If I ever got out of here, I would never take it for granted again. I was now on my fourth “buyer”. Each one was worse than the one before. This time, I was stuck in a cage in a basement. The basement was full of cages, a woman stuck in each one. There were 8 of us that I could see. The only bright side of this one was that I had other people to talk to. I’ve spent around 2-3 years stuck with just the men that have bought me, I haven’t actually seen another woman since I had been taken by Harrison. I hadn’t heard about him in years.

A smile spread across my lips as I walked up to them. “It's okay, please don't mind me, go about your normal duties,” I chirped. They seemed uneasy at first, but then they all felt somewhat relieved as they went about their activities. My eyes gazed across the room as I carefully inspected for cameras. There were four in total, one at the front, one at the back, one by the three huge freezers, and one at the center of the kitchen. It was no good; I knew it would be heavily guarded, but I really had no idea it would be to this extent.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?

My body moves to stand up. "Stay down Kitty." I moan standing up again, his hands pushing me down as I fight back. I watch as he moves, my body running for the door, his hands stopping me and pulling me back in. His hands push me down over the table, the rope wrapping around my body. "You wanted to be a brat; well you're getting punished like one." I moan as the rope holds me down over the table. "Four whips witch, count with me." I laugh slightly, unsure why, something about four is weird, usually, it is three, five, or ten, but four?

The sky was a flat, dull grey, like a screen that had been turned off but was still glowing with static. "Kaima?" I spun around. Standing in the middle of a street made of torn-up book pages was a man. He looked like Rowan, but his face was half-finished. One of his eyes was a beautiful, hazel spark of life. The other was just a rough pencil sketch—an empty circle with a dot in the middle. "Rowan?" I whispered, my heart breaking at the sight of him. "I'm not your Rowan," the man said. His voice sounded like it was being played on a broken record player. "I’m **Draft Four**. I was the version of him that was 'Too Angry.' They deleted me in the first week of production."