I M Number Four Novels & Stories

I need to hit something. I park by an abandoned building then head inside. I punch in the eight-digit code by the elevator disguised as a collapsed shaft, and with a click, it drops me four floors into my underground training center. I can already feel the heat from the room along with the familiar smell of blood. The doors slide open to the sound of my men’s grunts and curses as they train.The corridors are narrow with black rubber mats and heavy workout bags. About twenty of my men are scattered across the room. The second they spot me, the room is instantly quiet.

Exactly like the photograph. I grabbed the handle immediately. It wouldn’t open. Brandon tried next. Nothing happened. Then I noticed something beside it. A small keypad. Four numbers appeared underneath. I stared at it carefully. “What numbers?” Brandon asked. I didn’t know. Then I remembered something. Our first date. Brandon had asked me something. “What was your favorite number?” I had laughed. “Seven.” I entered seven. Nothing happened. Brandon smiled slightly afterward. “You said four.” I frowned. “I said seven.”

“You’re Number Four.” Valentina leaned down and slapped her ass hard. “Say it.” Isadora shook her head. Sofia stepped in front of her, lifted her chin with a finger. “Say. It.” Tears welled. Her lips trembled. “…I’m Number Four.” Gianna grinned like a devil who’d just stolen a soul. “Louder.” “I’m Number Four.” Valentina kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Gianna reached between her legs again. “Say thank you.”

Especially not with him. My son stepped closer. Who is the fourth child? My mother's expression became serious. Someone who was never supposed to be born. Lyra frowned. Another sibling? Yes. Our younger daughter looked shocked. How many children did Mama have? My mother looked at me. Four. I shook my head. No. I remember three. You remember what you were allowed to remember. I felt a cold chill. What happened to the fourth? My mother looked toward the windows. The fourth child was hidden beyond time.

“I don't know.” Patricia walked to the wall. There were faint outlines where other photographs had once been. She counted them. Four empty spaces. Four. She whispered, “There were others.” Alex examined the wall. “Or there were four records.” Patricia shook her head. “No.” She pointed at the photograph of the baby. “Daniel called me Number Four.” She looked at the empty spaces. “That means there were Numbers One, Two and Three.” Bethwel's phone rang. He answered. “Yes?”

Growing up, I had four boys by my side. They were the Big Men on Campus—the four most untouchable guys at school—and my most loyal protectors. On the night of our eighteenth birthday graduation ceremony, they all applied to Stanford University in California at the same time and asked if I dared to give up Harvard and go with them. My answer, of course, was yes. After I received my Stanford acceptance letter, I accidentally saw their chat records. [Are you guys really going to stay in Boston for Chloe and trick Vivian into going to California alone? Aren't you afraid she'll get angry and leave you when she finds out the truth?] [She can't leave us. Even if she gets angry, we just have to

A terrifying chill crept down my spine, wrapping around my throat like an iron hand. Did the Quadruplet Alphas know? The realization struck me like a physical blade, sending a sharp, violent surge of panic screaming through my chest. They knew. Beta Torin hadn't assigned me to Suite 402 by coincidence. This wasn't a mistake in the ledger. The quadruplets had intentionally assigned "Rogue 456" to attend to Kieran Smith the moment he crossed their gates. It was a test. A sick, twisted, lethal trap.

I whispered, pushing myself up despite the ache still lingering in my hip. He turned the screen toward me slowly, his jaw clenched. A text message, unfamiliar number, sent only minutes earlier. *The fourth ring has a name now, Damian. You should sit down before I tell you whose.*

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

I followed the lieutenant out of the room and out to the main corridor, wondering what I was in store for. Cold, I could handle, but if the rest of it was as bad as Forty-Five made it sound… this wasn’t going to be fun. When we arrived, she nodded to a guy in a heavy coat, who stood by a door simply marked “The Box”. It was locked tight. “Hey… is level four busy?” The guy shook his head. “Naw, hardly ever. What did this guy do to earn level four?” “Lied to his C.O.” Lieutenant Beta said quietly.