I Am Number Four Novel 소설 & 이야기

“I need to get home. My family will think I’ve run away.” “Your family?” Barry asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to the bed. “You didn’t tell me you had a family.” Tears pricked her eyes. It was time of reckoning now. She must be honest because he had to get her home. “Yes, I have parents, one brother and six sisters.” His eyes widened. “You do? What about your master? Do they work for him, too?” She rubbed the pain consuming her skull. “I…I haven’t been exactly honest with you.”

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

Jessica hoped Jack would get the hint to leave her alone. Jack grew closer to her, and she felt his hand grasp her wrist. “Elias is already trying to claim you, and the other two won’t be far behind.” He stopped Jessica in her tracks, “You need to choose. You have to let one of us claim you as our own.” Jessica turned to face Jack as the anger began to fill her. “Excuse me?” She asked loudly, tearing her hand away from him, “I am not going to act like a puppy dog and let four men fight over me. I am not a prize to be won!”

“The bond is broken,” I mumble for the umpteenth time through my chapped lips. Pain has become my best friend of late, yet I hang on, clinging to life, though I’m no longer sure why. ‘Because you know now that the woman in your house is not your mate.’ The voice that penetrates my mind is not my wolf; it’s a woman. White light surrounds me, and I close my eyes momentarily. Upon opening them, I notice that I’m no longer bound to my bed. I’m standing by a lake, much like the one belonging to my family. Yet different at the same time.

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I wasn't bothered being naked before her; at least I was proud of what was between my thighs. “Why are you in my room?” she asked again while looking away. “Excuse me, this is my room. I think you are in the wrong room,” I said, and she frowned, looking at me, but she only looked at my face. I watched her look around the room with a confused brow. “Shit,” she said, and I scoffed. “Your room is the second door on the third floor. This is the second room on the fourth floor,” I explained, and she shook her head. Without saying a word, she hurried out of my room. A smirk appeared on my face as her reaction played in my head. “You should think of doing something,” my wolf snapped at me, and I re

I walked down the aisle avoiding eye contact with anyone, did I just see people with their tongues inside each other's mouth, in the middle of a walkway? I arrived in front of room 74, there was a large metal in front and I raised it using it to knock. I heard a sound and then a girl opened it, she eyed me. “Who the f**k are you?” She asked, her eyes were ice grey and piercing. “Your new roommate?” I asked and she stared at me again. Are you being serious?” She asked and I nodded before she groaned. “Phoebe, number three is here” she groaned and opened the door wide so I could come in.

I had not prepared for this. “How many?” He hesitated. Foolish boy. I have carried Red Moon longer than he has drawn breath. I bore him under Marcus’s roof and never flinched. Numbers do not undo me. “How many?” I repeated. “Four.” The word tolled through the chamber like both a wedding bell and a funeral knell. Four. Not one to secure a line. Not two to balance power. Four—enough corners to steady a house, enough edges to cut careless hands.

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.