The Four Of Them Novels & Stories

I just looked at him as I focused in listening to everything his mouth says. "When we were in our senior high school years, the four of us were always close. Close like those four guys we see in the anime Boys Over Flowers." "Boys Over Flowers? You mean the F4?" My forehead knotted as I asked that. Is it just me or there are four guys in their circle of friends? But why did I only met three, Kenneth, Kit and Neil? Who's the fourth one? "Gerard was the fourth one, if you're gonna ask." He chuckled.

He swallowed, dropping his gaze off me immediately, asking a wife of his own wristwatch, downing the entire content once. “Hey! Erebus!” four people called, coming over to our side. What seemed like a… throuple? A four couple? I wasn’t sure, but they all looked too joined-hands around each other’s waists. Kisses pressed to necks and lips—two men and a woman, all having the most intimate light touches. “Having fun?” one of the ladies asked me. I only gave a little smile, trying to hide the insane burning of the alcohol down my throat.

And the same clan who ruined my life. Cuatro is perched on a crate, legs swinging, eating dried mango, not even pretending to work. I let him because while he’s useless at things like this, he’s good at his field of expertise when I need it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t keep him around. Or any of them, if they don’t have any use to me. Siete quietly runs simulations. Tres is off in his corner with fingers speeding over his tablet as he maps encryption patterns. Only one person is missing.

I hefted the canvas bag over my shoulder and marched toward the guards waiting to take me away. As I approached, I studied them. They looked identical. Legit. The four guys were practically replica of each other… quads, or whatever four people who looked exactly alike were called. Brothers? Obviously. Same height, build, and even the same pinched expression of disdain, which their matchy-match sunglasses didn't hide. What was their deal? They glowered as if I were the offensive one.

“You fall, I will not carry you gently.” “Good. I am tired of being gentle.” The quiet broke on a short horn from the south post. Not alarm. Recognition. Sable was already moving. “The four.” They came in fast and fewer than they had left. Four had gone. Three came back. One of the three was being supported. The fourth was a name that would go on the slate before night.

"The cartel agreed to meet. Tomorrow night. Pier 47. You, me, and Four. No one else." "This is insane. We should bring backup. SWAT. Federal agents." "Then they kill us the moment we arrive. The cartel is giving us a chance. One chance. We take it or we run." "I do not like this." "Neither do I. But we do not have a choice." Four took the news calmly. Too calmly. Like he had passed through fear into acceptance. Veronica held his hand while I explained the plan. Margaret listened from the doorway. Monte played upstairs. Oblivious.

I groan as he grins. “Could have fooled me,” he taunts and I really wish I could knock that smile off of his face without pissing my mate off. “Secondly, I don’t need to learn any tricks,” I ground out. Yep, I am going to hit him. Aurora will forgive me. She has too as my mate, anyway. Mates can’t be apart. “Well, my little firecracker has four mates. I’m sure one of you can do the job right,” he continues, unbothered by my death stare.

I asked instead. I feel as if I'm going to pass out at any moment. I really don't get it. What exactly is going on? Why are there four men in my room? And why am I resting here? I'm performing a ritual in the great room, aren't I? "Sorry, princess. Who are these people you're referring to?" asked the one with short blue hair. "They're my personal servants." I could see different expressions on their faces as they looked at each other. Is there something wrong with my two servants? I was nervous; I didn't like the expressions on their faces.

Number Four actually ignored Meng Lingyun who was behind him, turned around and fled. "You're so stupid!" The shadow caught up with him in an instant and threw a punch with endless killing intent. He threw a punch! Bang! Bang! Two consecutive sounds rang out! One was the sound of the shadow hitting his body, and the other was the sound of his huge body falling to the ground! Four's body twitched a few times in the air and then fell to the ground! Not a sound could be heard! They were all dead! Amongst Meng Lingyun’s Four Divine Envoys, only A’Da remained!

Each of them looked dazzling like they were shining in gold lights. Hmm? Zain stopped walking and stared at the four men who stood in front of him. His expression was cold as he asked, “Who are you?” The four men answered one after another. “Capricorn.” “Gemini.” “Leo.” “Sagittarius.” Zain frowned. Were these human names? They sounded so weird. He did not care about the four of them. After all, there were just four people, while he had about thirty helpers. Would they have trouble defeating each of them if they fought eight against one?