I Am Number Four Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, it’s okay. Health is more important than anything.” But Airin kept her head down sadly, giving them the exact response they wanted. “That’s right, Ririn. We’re here after all,” said Ria, her voice sounded indifferent, but Airin got the impression that a fourth wife was not needed because there were already three legal wives there. Airin almost broke her charade with a loud laugh, if only Sakha hadn’t appeared at the door and distracted them all. ***

What is even stranger still is that I know Theo, and even Oscar and Callum feel the same. All four of us cannot and do not want to keep our hands off her, and that’s just unexpected. Sure, Theo and I have shared girls in the past, and I knew Oscar and Callum had, but all four of us? That just sounded like a problem waiting to happen. When she challenged the four of us, all of our faces dropped. We all were very aware that if she could take down the Beta, she’d easily take down the four of us. We’d have to try to overwhelm her with numbers, but that would never work either.

Milo looked at me and cursed under his breath as his own tears spilled over his eyelids. “What kind of assignment has both my sons crying?” “Children, four dead children.” My voice sounded hollow to my ears and my throat constricted as I remembered the last boy. I had taken his life and his dreams because someone had decided that he needed to die. “You’ll be okay. I’m sure there was a good reason for that kill order, nobody sentences a child to death for no reason at all.” Ryder squeezed both our shoulders and then poured a drink for himself. I stood up and stripped off my clothes until I was only left in my underwear and I walked to my room. The clothes went into the hidden compartment at t

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.

Vesper stands guard while I pull the book and press the switch. The shelf creaks open. The hidden door slides back just enough to let us through. But before we step in, they find us. The footsteps rush into the room from behind. Four of them, maybe five. One yells something in a language I don’t recognize, and the fight starts again. Gunfire explodes.

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.

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.

Four different ways of loving me, each perfect in its own way. That evening, I was curled up in the sitting room with a book when the boys found me. “Room for four more?” Marcus asked, though they were already arranging themselves around me. “Always.” Darius settled behind me on the couch, pulling me back against his chest. Kael claimed the armrest beside me, his hand automatically finding my hair to play with. Marcus took the other end of the couch, my feet in his lap as his hands began massaging away the day’s tension. Zane positioned himself on the floor, leaning back against my legs.

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I had to know it, the sooner the better! Four cleared his throat. “You might have figured out why we were called numbers, right?” I nodded to affirm his suspicion. “Okay so. I am Four. That is Eight, the one you attacked before,” he pointed to a buff guy on his right. “Then that’s Six, Nine, Five and Two,” he said, pointing to the rest of the group. “And you are?” “Eleven,” I simply uttered. “What time is it?” I asked without thinking, I was beginning to feel agitated, talking like there was time to spare.