I M Number Four Novels & Stories

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th

He sat up. “Forty-one,” he said. I looked at him. “You had forty-one coins,” Aldren said. “You told me on the second day, while we were on horseback, in the middle of a sentence about something else. You were furious with yourself for having said it aloud. Any genuine message from either of us will contain the number forty-one, used incorrectly. Not as a date. Not as the count of anything real. A wrong number that only two people on this earth would recognise as wrong.”

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

I act as a boss in here but out there, I am just a fragile young adult woman. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Thomas, he saw me, the fragile teenager, and decided to use me as his pleasure toy, just as Tiberius... I had to play it smart and act cool... Right now, I've gotten all I needed to know... And also, I am planning on the day they all find out that I am Tiberius Paschal, the deadliest man in the planet.... You can say whatever you want as far as my identity is concerned, I know right... I am the devil herself.

I responded to her and she turned away and closed the door. What kind of marriage was this and why was she tied down to one? I was really confused and was looking around for something that I would be able to read through when I started hearing a sound. It was beeping and I was feeling like it was really familiar..I started following around and I approached where it was coming from. There was a big box and I looked around to see how things were positioned when I opened it and I was mortified with what I saw. Inside that box was the very same device that the bounty hunters were using and there were four here. I could not believe my eyes and I quickly snapped them and saw a notebook in the box.

I nodded, letting out another puff of smoke, “It's because I don't know the four last numbers” He laughed, “You're still an amateur, aren't you? It's 4589. I know you would consider the fact I don't repeat my passwords and all, but I repeat one time and that is that number. Just like the saying, you can't outdo the doer” "Well," I continued, my voice gaining strength with every word, "I can certainly end the doer though." Keith's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Before he could react, I snatched the gun from its holster on the side of the helicopter, honed reflexes taking over.

On cue, the door to the elevator slid open, and in the flash, Poseidon was standing on the other side of the little enclosure, his clothes already fixed. I busted. This… wasn’t bad after all. “I can really get used to this.” Me too, lover. Me too! ~~~ Author's note Hey,lovelies. I hope you are enjoying our crazy duo and their stunts this side. The profile Video of the Z4 has been uploaded to our official I*G page, so please check it out and tell me what you all think. I will be uploading the 'cards' of Z4, so we all get familiar with what we will talk about in here.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

“Mr. Smith! The baby is almost out of breath. We’re performing CPR… If you truly care about him, come over quickly to save him!” Hearing that, Susan’s smile deepened. “Eason, there’s no time left. Are you signing or not?” My hands trembled as I reached for the pen. Bang! The door was slammed open. My grandfather’s butler, Sam, burst in with four bodyguards dressed in black. Sam shouted, “It’s wrong! Everything is wrong!”