Page 4 Novels & Stories

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

“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.”

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

I walked down the aisle avoiding eye contact with anyone, did I just see people with their tongues inside each other's mouth, in the middle of a walkway? I arrived in front of room 74, there was a large metal in front and I raised it using it to knock. I heard a sound and then a girl opened it, she eyed me. “Who the f**k are you?” She asked, her eyes were ice grey and piercing. “Your new roommate?” I asked and she stared at me again. Are you being serious?” She asked and I nodded before she groaned. “Phoebe, number three is here” she groaned and opened the door wide so I could come in.

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.

Zhenny narrowed her eyes. She did not quite understand what Adina meant. At that moment, Adina raised her voice and said, “Someone, please turn Mdm. Jones’ proposal to page 16. I guess you haven’t seen the formula on this page before, have you? And I suppose you’re also very unfamiliar with the newly-built module on page 28, right? The design drawings on pages 34 and 35 also implement the new building module. These are fresh ideas.”

What she said gave Thomas some hints. Riordan would not say those things for some reason, and there must be some meanings behind those words. It must be related to opening this door. It was common sense that four minus four equaled eight. But it was a mistake that four minus four equals eight. What was the relationship between a mistake and a password to open the door? Aries said, “Why don’t we key in the numbers 4, 4, and 8? Perhaps it can open the door.”

After the doors closed again, I hit the button to the 4th floor then it transported me to the 4th floor, re-opening its doors. I rushed out of it, scuttled to the room with the label 'ROOM 4G' on it. I inserted the card into the correct whole and unlocked the door, taking the card then pushed the door open. Groaning, I lowered my head to my fingers, massaging my forehead, as I shoved myself in. The moment I raised my head, I almost went blind as I caught the blazing hot sight in front of me.

"Give it here." I handed him the journal. He didn't use a knife; he used the sharp, precise edge of his thumbnail to slice cleanly through the aged adhesive binding the back fabric. With a soft tear, the lining peeled away, revealing a single, folded strip of grid paper hidden in the recess of the spine. Niccolò unfolded it. Written in my mother’s elegant, sweeping script were four digits: [ 8 - 4 - 1 - 9 ] "Halfway there," Niccolò murmured, his thumb running over the ink. He looked out the window as the trees cleared, revealing the weathered stone walls of St. Jude’s Parish sitting atop a lonely hill overlooking the valley.