Tris And Four Novels & Stories

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.

“Holly… she can’t have any more children.” Tristan went silent. I glanced over, his expression shifting from excitement to something more subdued. “Oh.” I nodded, waiting for whatever came next. “I know you might’ve hoped for siblings, but…” “I mean… yeah, maybe a little,” Tristan admitted, looking out the window. “But…” he turned back to me, a small, genuine smile on his face.“It’s okay. It’ll just be the four of us. You, me, Holly, and Samuel. And that’s still pretty awesome.”

Forty Four Trisha POV I awoke to pleasure sparks. A tingling, electric current danced across my cheek and down my arms where I was pressed against a warm, muscular mound that rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. I lifted my head, blinking away the fog of sleep, and Gavin’s scent—wild spices, clean earth, and something uniquely *him*—filled my lungs. I inhaled deeply, a subconscious act, and for a fleeting moment, a sense of peace settled over me. A feeling of coming home. Safety.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

Travis continued to watch me as if he expected me to change my mind. It was only when he realized that I wasn't backing down that he let out a breath. "Where to begin?" Travis sighed, rubbing his head. "Trinity, Chris, and I grew up together. As the alpha heir, my father made sure I was close to Chris, since he was to become beta. That led to me meeting Trinity as well.'

I clenched my shaky fists and muttered three words that were as fiery and powerful as my anger and hatred for them. “Curse you Triplets…”

She observed that the logo of Tinder's Corp featured bold, black lettering against a white background with a blue outline and an abstract symbol of a building. She would have gotten a closer look at it if it wasn’t 10 feet above her height. Ella joined her a few minutes later, and they both walked in, almost at the elevator. “OMG!” Ella exclaimed and paused. “What happened?” Sarah concerned. “I forgot to tell you something.” She recalled. Just as she was about to talk, Dan passed through the entrance door. Sarah froze, and Ella traced Sarah’s eyes to Dan. “Is he walking towards us?” Sarah asked Ella.

One of Cillian’s friend say beside us and I stare at him quizzically wondering what he was meant “You don’t stand a chance” Cillian snickered and they went back and forth about it, while I turned myself out of the conversation. “Founders day is coming up!” She shouted into the microphone and a roll of shouts and screams followed making me plug my ears with my fingers. “In honour of our dear founder Eldric Valerius, we would be conducting this year's founding ceremony starting next week” She announced and more cheers followed. “This year would be no different from the last except that it would be more exciting, There would be five houses as usual and teams would be reshuffled from last year’s

I asked, though my voice came out breathless. “Stopping pretending we don’t all want the same thing,” Darius said from behind me, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “Which is?” “You,” they said in unison, and the possessiveness in their voices sent heat spiraling through me. “All of you,” I whispered. “All of us,” Marcus confirmed, leaning forward to capture my lips. Each kiss was different, each touch uniquely them, but together they created something that was purely ours. Marcus’s steady devotion, Zane’s intense focus, Kael’s playful passion, Darius’s quiet possession. Four different ways of loving me that somehow fit together perfectly.

“Yeah, baby?” “Don’t disappear on me again.” A long exhale. “I won’t. I swear.” “Okay.” I close my eyes. “Then… goodnight.” “Goodnight, Aiden.” I don’t hang up right away. Neither does he. Eventually I whisper, “I love you.” I'm so quiet I’m not sure he hears. But he does. “I love you too,” he says back, his voice raw. “I always have.” I smile into the dark. And for the first time in four years, I sleep peacefully.