I Am Number Four Novel Novels & Stories

I am ready. Forty-four years. The fourth book forming. The bowl, made again. Still ready. Always ready.

The foursome consisted of one adult male named Vernon, who looked to be in his early thirties, two adult females and a small boy. Imogene was in her late twenties, and Oriana was in her early twenties. The smaller than average eight year old boy was named Holden.

I hold back a growl as I look through the open front door seeing the four males heading up the stairs. I quickly make my way through the front door to the first male and grab his head twisting hard to the side snapping his neck, letting his lifeless body fall to the floor. As the other three males look back, I quickly move to the next guy on the stairs before they have a chance to understand what's happening and shove sharp claws into his chest ripping out his heart, letting his limp body fall to the floor. The next guy swings sharp claws at me that I duck under and quickly slice deep into his stomach with sharp claws, before flipping him over the side railing of the stairs.

But desperate times is in need of desperate actions that needs to be taken. I reached the fourth-floor and notice the empty hallway. I look for room 158 but I was already walking back and forth when numbers 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, and 149 kept on showing, making me gasp. “Excuse me?” I look left when someone approaches me. I saw a woman who seems to be in his forties, looking at me under her eyelids. She is holding an opened book while scanning me from head to toes so I bit my lip.

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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?

Apollo said and because of what he said I suddenly felt light in my mood. It only means, if I will give an ordinary blueprint, I will not be chosen. I smiled inwardly. This is easier than I thought. I cannot verbally say that I don't want to do it, but I can just choose not to be chosen. "You said it would be four of us...who's the fourth?" Khleo asked. I don't care who's the fourth person. What I care about right now is to make sure, my design will not be chosen. "You'll meet the fourth person on the third day. For now, just make sure to do your best in this project." Apollo responded to us.

Now she is gone forever. Memory after memory hits me until I am so dizzy that I can’t even stand. My legs giveaway and I fall onto my knees. The stranger who bumped into me says nothing. He just keeps walking, not helping me up and not saying excuse me. I know the reason he doesn’t help me, so it doesn’t bother me that he didn’t. Life has made him bitter. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anybody. But today is extra hard for him, because it’s been four years exactly since his mother passed away, and I can literally feel his heart breaking as if it were my own heart. I want to shed a tear for him, but when I look up, my mom and three sisters are all standing over me.

I knew that book hadn't left its position in a very long period of time. "People born with the Alpha's star. X Laviz, Adolf Brill, Janny Fox, and - If this talks about your life, I think you're the fourth." She said, flipping through the pages. "Me?" I asked. "Yes you, Nicholas. Now let me tell you the origin of the book." She said, She closed the book, and opened it again.