Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

"I'll just have to take care of all of them!" My heart skipped a beat when I saw the gun. Dad shot all four of them before I could snap back to my senses. It seemed that Gloria, Tessa, Joanne, and Barbara also hadn't expected Dad to be so ruthless. Disbelief was written all across their faces before they passed away. I shot a look of surprise at Dad. He smiled and said, "Don't be scared. They deserved to die." That wasn't what I was worried about. Where did the gun come from?

Rafe POV For five days, I buried them. Not literally in the ground, but in my head? A dozen times. Maddox dead in some cursed tunnel because he thought rage was strategy. Jaxon talking his way into a blade. Calder bleeding quietly somewhere no one could find him. Evelynn dragged into darkness by the Hollow Mother herself. Every hour they stayed gone, I imagined a new ending. Then they rode into the yard like nothing had happened. Dust-covered. Bruised. Alive.

The four of them were grey-faced and haggard, stubble grown out, eyes sunk deep, the look of men who hadn't shut their eyes in a month. The instant the doors opened, all four turned their heads at once. When they saw my mother's face, the cup in Rex's hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “Alice?” Rex was first to rush over, his voice cracking. “You're not dead? You're really not dead?” Cormac stumbled two steps forward, shaking all over, reaching out a hand and not daring to touch her, as if afraid she were an illusion. “Alice… this can't be.”

I am dead…. ****

My friend was dead, Andros was dead and he died for me. _______

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

were bodies. All dead.

Not even in death. The End.

Just that number. Just— Dead. Fucking. Silence.