The Big Four Novel Novels & Stories

Jordan gasped. "I don't want to hear his name coming from your mouth," I scoff and grit my teeth, squeezing her neck. "Care? What an odd thing to say coming from that filthy mouth of an Order. You people make me sick thinking you cared. You are following some fake prophet, and for what? Salvation? Eva is nothing but a witch in disguise. She doesn't care about you. All she wants is power. "P...please..." April wheezes as she begs for her life.

The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

"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!"

He raised his head to take a few glances at Zayn before he said, “Sigh… the truth is, the matter with the big four is not considered a secret to the top personnel of our organization. It’s only that the four clubs have been keeping a low profile in recent few years and didn’t cause any trouble in Rheasia territory. Hence, I didn’t talk to you about it all this time.” Zayn remained silent and waited for Joe to go on. Something told him that the big four was certainly a troublesome group as well. Joe paused for a moment before walking to the corner to find a suitable place for them to discuss it. Then, he began to speak, “In truth, our country is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. Not

There it lay, in all the golden majesty of the cover. The diary of the witches. BOOK FOUR.

Despite her words, Felicity was still smiling, clearly used to her friends’ questions. Lucy took out the book she’d gotten at Alex’s bookstore. “You have a great selection of old-school romances. I couldn’t believe it when I saw this one on your shelf.” “You were in the store? I must’ve been on break.” Alex took the book and started laughing. “I know this one! The cover is fantastic. Look at the unicorn in the corner. Why the hell is there a unicorn? It’s set in New Orleans in 1885!” “Do you ever need a reason for unicorns?” said Gwen.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

Our delicate mate with a soft heart and fierce tongue. I leaned back in my office chair, taking in my surroundings. The maids had thoroughly cleaned this place. Zero dust particles could be found anywhere. Stacks of books, most likely Ozias', lay on a small table furthest from me. They were about population density, global warming, and how the human race was slowly killing itself. Morbid reads for most. Light reading for Ozias. 'Everyone get up to my office now. Leave the girls to sleep.' I summoned them through the mind link. I could hear them all cuss loudly in their separate rooms. Hear their feet drag on the floor as they walked to the office.

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat