I Am Number Four Novel Novels & Stories

Never write it down. The answer came without trying. 4-12-7. Varek. 9-2-1. Is hiding. 14-8-3. What you are. Couldn't breathe. The last line. Come to the Neon Wards tonight. Staring at the dead man bleeding into the stone. Not Syris. Syris didn't know my father's knots. Nobody knew my father's knots except people from before. People from the life buried in Sector Four ten years ago. People who should not have existed anymore.

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

Hello everyone! I just wanted to stop and say thank you to all who have read my book so far because it really does mean a lot to me. A couple of things as we move forward. 1: I just realized that after chapter 42 it jumps over to 44 and I apologize for that. I have put in the corrections, but they may not take effect. The next chapter will reflect the chapter number that it's supposed to be, so it may seem repeated, but that's the actual chapter number.

The door creaked open, and I darted inside, heart slamming against my ribs. I should’ve slammed it shut. I should’ve locked it and pretended I was alone. Instead, I stood there with my hand still on the handle, trembling, chest heaving… and I left the door open. Their shadows filled the frame a heartbeat later. Four of them. Tall, broad, eyes burning gold and silver in the dim light. Wolves in men’s skin. My wolf purred. "Ours." And gods help me, I stepped back in an invitation. They followed me in.

The girls yelled in disbelief. To be continued…….book 4 loading. Thank you guys for riding this rollercoaster ride with me. I had so much fun writing this book, because of you guys. Thank you for all your support. If you have not added my f******k page please do for updates on book 4. As we wait on book 4. Please add my new book Curves and Basketball to your library and join that ride. This book is the very first book I wrote not knowing that I would be writing books 10 plus years later. The wait for book 4 won't be long you already know. Thanks for your support my Khaos Crew. We did that!

It was a novel about a girl who was mysteriously transported a thousand years back in time and first became the second daughter of the Qu family before she was married to the Eight Prince of Dongue. I enjoyed the novel for its intriguing plot twist that had me glued to my phone for hours. I was momentarily distracted by the novel because I had forgotten about Draven and the ongoing war. Well, until the door suddenly burst open. That's when I noticed that it was soon getting dark out, and the room was already so dark that I could barely make out the people standing right outside the door. There were four able-bodied men. As I tried to make out the people by their stature, I realised that ther

Both men were as confused as I was, and completely unaware of what number was on the next door. We located the door which held the number four only after we had walked past every door in the hallway. It was the last door, and would serve as my bedroom for the next—three, four or five days. Who knows for how long I would survive here. I dragged in a deep breath to fill my suddenly constricted lungs but all I felt was a sharp pain tearing through my chest and ribs. I was more terrified of the fact that I would realize more terrifying truths, and live through more terrifying events.

His face pale. “No…” “This isn’t possible.” Ayesha grabbed his arm. “What isn’t possible?” The Keeper swallowed hard. 🌑 “That page was removed from existence.” “Nobody should be able to see it.” 😨 The room became silent. Then the book wrote another sentence. ✨ There was once a Fourth Ruler. ⚡ Everyone froze. A Fourth Ruler? The legends only spoke of three. The King Beyond Memory. The First Keepers. The Heart of Reality.

Charlotte’s pulse quickened. “The Fourth…” She finally understood. “The Fourth isn’t Emma.” The silver key pulsed once. Almost approvingly. Then the bridge spoke again. Not aloud. Not in words. In certainty. Find her first. ⸻ Across the city… The mysterious man stood alone after Emma had fallen asleep from exhaustion. He removed an old leather-bound book from a hidden compartment in the stone wall. Inside were names. Hundreds of names. Most were crossed out. Only seven spaces remained empty. Slowly…

Our destiny is peace, but it takes death to get there. *****This is the 4th and final book in the series and all update information is available in our group on F B GoodNovel - Marie Night- Readers https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000211002/Werewolf/Alpha-Heirs?shareuser=22318084&ch=apps