I M Number Four Novels & Stories

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?

He had a kind smile and his eyes showed me a softness to him I had missed before that moment, “Beta’s could also be leaders of the pod when Alpha’s were not selected for the pod, otherwise beta’s were the trackers, responsible for knowing every aspect of their mate’s scent, taste, touch, appearance, emotions, and bond so that if they were ever lost or taken, they would be able to find her above anyone else. “ I felt overwhelmed. On one hand, I would never be lonely again, but on the other, I was going to have to not only get to know one mate but FOUR when I didn’t even know how to act around the opposite sex, let alone, keep four of them HAPPY! This was beginning to look like an impossibly d

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

I asked instead. I feel as if I'm going to pass out at any moment. I really don't get it. What exactly is going on? Why are there four men in my room? And why am I resting here? I'm performing a ritual in the great room, aren't I? "Sorry, princess. Who are these people you're referring to?" asked the one with short blue hair. "They're my personal servants." I could see different expressions on their faces as they looked at each other. Is there something wrong with my two servants? I was nervous; I didn't like the expressions on their faces.

Patel, I am not the person who sent you those roses and gifts. I am sorry for misleading you. I did it all because I wanted to impress a girl whom I liked. To my sorrow, I did not realize that she was married. I am truly sorry for hurting you and I hope you will forgive me one day. If you ever decide to get over this heartbreak, please contact me. Sincerely, Bala Singh P.

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

Her breath was stuck in her throat as she compared the photographs one by one. Sure enough, the four number 9743 was on all of them. 'Could it be that the password mother set is the number of shows Mr. Lewie ran? It seems somewhat like what a die-hard fan would do. Then, what are the other two numbers, number six and five, for? Since nine, seven, four, and three are related to Mr. Lewie, the numbers six and five should also be related to him, right?'

Between some dates, certain numbers were circled. I squinted my eyes, bringing the calendar closer. There were only four circled numbers. My heart skipped. “Three… eight… four… nine,” I whispered. Could this be the code? I swallowed nervously, my hands suddenly feeling cold. If I was wrong, an alarm might go off. But if I was right… Gathering courage I didn’t even know I had, I walked back to the door and slowly typed the numbers into the keypad. 3… 8… 4… 9.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

Her body convulsed once, twice, then exploded into dust. Gone. Just like that. The sound that came out of me wasn’t even human. I slapped my hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, but it didn’t matter. The image burned behind my eyelids—her vanishing mid-step, her clothes disintegrating before they even hit the ground. The Game Master chuckled. “Precision, my dears,” it let out. “Precision is everything.” The next name flickered. “Number 0449.” A man this time. Big, broad-shouldered, maybe in his thirties. He muttered something under his breath and stepped up.