I M Number Four Novels & Stories

“Do you hear me? Not. Close.” “Matthew, you’re not helping,” Liam snapped, nudging him aside. He turned back to Mia, his voice softening. “It’s okay to be scared, Mia, but you don’t have to carry this alone. We’ve got you.” Aiden stepped in, his arm sliding around her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’ve got four of us,” he said with a smirk. “We’re not exactly easy to mess with.” Mia let out a shaky laugh, though it was more from disbelief than amusement. “Four of you? That’s supposed to make me feel better? You’re all a handful on your own.”

“cell number four.” I nodded and walked past him. I knew where it was. It's not the first time I'm here. It's not the first time I'm putting useless people in jail. Betrayers. Cheaters. Thiefs. Spies. I've been dealing with them for a long time. Useless carbon based beings roaming around with no life purpose. Just wasting oxygen. “You,” I heard him say the moment he spotted me. My eyes went to him. His face was still swollen. Not enough. Not as much as he deserves. “You did this. You bastard. You have no idea who you're dealing with.”

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.

"Twelve!" I pleaded silently for the man to come forward, but another man came forward when number thirteen was called. The man, with the look of indifference in his eyes, was still standing in his place with the piece of paper in hand. With the distance between us, I couldn't read the number at all. I closed my eyes, hearing the woman finally say the number I had gotten. "Fourteen." I opened my eyes, frozen in place when my number was finally called. I didn't want to move forward, and neither did the man who was likely to be my partner, so Selena called my number louder again.

Alessandro had never mentioned anything about this. Think, think, think. What would he use? The vibrations above me grew stronger, more insistent. Whoever was in that room was getting closer to finding the entrance. I had seconds to act. I stared at the keypad, my mind racing. There had to be a pattern, something he would choose. My fingers hovered over the numbers, sweat dripping down my temple. "Always take the right step," Alessandro’s voice echoed in my mind again. Could it be a clue? With a shaky breath, I entered the numbers corresponding to the word “RIGHT.” 7-4-4-4-8.

“Finding the other half of your soul is something we look forward to our whole lives. Some people find their mates when they’re young, like us, and some people don’t find their mate for hundreds of years. We’re truly lucky. The thought that this isn’t what you want hurts.” “I’m sorry,” I say, biting my lip again. I didn’t mean to hurt them. “I’m just trying to understand. I’m not denying anybody. I have… feelings that I don’t understand. There are a lot of questions that I need answered.” “We’ll try to answer as honestly as we can,” Puma’s tone is reassuring, and his expression is kind, soft. I suppose that’s all they can do. I nod. “Okay. The next question is kind of obvious. Or maybe it’s

He fell back to a chair beside the bed to think. ‘Why do I have to break my sim card? Maybe I overreacted a little. I do not know what her phone number is.’ Adam tapped his feet, unsettled and sudden pulled up, sitting upright on the golden-brown, leather egg chair. “What’s her number again?” he brought out his phone to check on his last dialed contact list but the number wasn’t there. “Um.. 212-1602-54.” Adam stammered on the numbers. What comes after 4... Uh!” He wiped his scrunched face and exhaled in total confusion.

I said as I walked to the door of the house "Is this a Porsche? Oh my God, who is this?" Jackson said while looking at the Porsche "It's my brother and you don't even think about touching it" I said as I open the door and then go in and Jackson comes in behind me When I approached the house, I heard five heartbeats, not four, so today he went to register in the university as usual, and this means that there are five people in the house, not four, I did not pay attention to the matter and then entered...

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.