I Am Number Four Series Novels & Stories

I sat stoic, staring at a spot on the carpet a few feet in front of me. I felt Brandon shift so that his arm was around me, but I didn’t look up. I didn’t know what to think or feel. The number four popped into my head. Four people dead now. Four people gone. I supposed that number would just keep growing.

Chemical conditioning. Then she found something that made her stop breathing. A handwritten note clipped to her file. Subject Twelve shows promise but maintains emotional attachments. Specifically to Subject Four. Recommend separation to complete conditioning. Below that, another note in different handwriting. Subject Four terminated. Subject Twelve's conditioning resumed. "Subject Four," Celeste whispered. "Who was Subject Four?" Her brother took the file. Searched through it. Found the roster. Ran his finger down the list. "Here. Subject Four. Enrolled age seven." He went quiet. "Real name: James Veritas."

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

One by one, the bulbs illuminated the passage and its ascending staircase. “You’ve got this, Ami,” I whispered, more to steady myself than anything else. “Just follow the map.” I hurried up the stairs, turned down another passage, and followed it to a door marked with a faded number 4. I paused, hand hovering near the knob, then pulled out my phone. A quick scan of the live feeds showed the fourth floor crawling with guards three near one staircase, two near the other, one slouched in front of the elevator. But no one by the hidden door.

"And if Chaewon doesn't break? If she's stronger than projected?" "She won't be. I know her. I am her. And I know exactly how much she can take before she shatters." Iris pulled up a map. "Three more days. Let them grieve. Let them separate. Let the family fracture completely. Then Phase Four begins." "What's Phase Four?" "The end. For all of them."

“We are definitely doing that again. You were sexy as fuck, Mojito.” My body is still humming as I snuggle up to Aiden. “I’m glad I’m on birth control for now. Four pups, two that shift and two that float. I just want to enjoy my mate for a while and raise the four we have now. At least until this war passes.” “We have thirteen months. I have no idea what Julian is up to, but we are doing everything we can to be prepared.” “It helps that we were able to bring down the councilman who helped Heath. Sinclair found him quickly.”

"But the only way to break ties with me is if—" Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Dad!" I screamed, panic rushing through me. "I’m coming! It—it’s not convenient for you to come in now!" My father coughed. "I understand, I understand. I'll wait until you're done." I turned scarlet red immediately. Aiden, on the other hand, smirked in amusement, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. I clenched the sheets tighter around my sore body, willing myself to stay composed despite the stinging pain that spread through my limbs. Aiden’s words echoed in my mind, each one like a dagger twisting deeper into my chest.

💀 Each wore the same silver mask. Each carried the same empty expression. Each stood perfectly still. 🌑 Ilyaan felt sick. Because none of them looked alive. They looked programmed. Controlled. Artificial. 😨 Then he noticed something. Every masked figure had a number glowing above their chest. 113 508 991 2145 3700 ⚡ Numbers. Not names. 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Fourth Lie The masked figure stared directly at him. 🎭 “Tell me, Unit 1137.”

he demanded, with not even so much as a, please. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to obey his every order, my legs were soaked already, I needed him, and if he didn't hurry up, I was about to go jump his gorgeous naked ass. I did as I was told and got onto all fours, I then looked around and watched as Sam walked over to the mirror and keyed in a number into the control panel. The mirror beeped and then flashed red, it then turned completely black like it had powered down or something.

“Worth a shot “, Venus said shrugging her shoulders. “Spring’s flowers•Summer’s heat •Autumn’s fall• Winter’s Ice AUTUMN PACK Draco had just eaten lunch and was very satisfied. He stretched his long legs on the recliner in his office while staring into oblivion. The thinking was something he did often and getting lost in his thoughts was his favorite pastime. Clad in tattoos from neck down, he played with his dangling ear piercing. A knock on the door. The most irritating sound he’d ever heard. Second to slurping. “What?”, he said, his deep smooth voice echoing in his naked room.