Novels by Fourpen

Then one of the guards stepped in close, placing his hand heavily on Ethan’s shoulder as though he had already decided the outcome of the confrontation. His expression was smug, his eyes cold with that familiar kind of arrogance men wore when they believed strength belonged only to their side.“Get down on your knees now,” he said, pressing down slightly, “and this situation won’t get any worse.”For a brief moment, it looked like the guard had the upper hand. Everyone around them seemed to think the same thing, because the station had gone quiet enough that even the smallest movement felt loud. But before Ethan could even fully process the insult, something in him reacted faster than thought. It was not fear, and it was not rage alone. It was instinct, a sharp and precise motion that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than logic.His hand shot out.In one clean movement, Ethan caught the man’s wrist and twisted it with a speed so sudden the guard’s face changed almost instantly. Hi

The mockery in his tone dripped like poison.Then his expression shifted.The amusement didn't leave completely, but something darker entered his eyes."You've already involved yourself in this matter," he said coldly. "That means we're not going to let you walk away."He tilted his head, almost thoughtfully."And I'm sure the big boss will personally find you interesting. Very interesting."A cruel smile touched his lips."He might even enjoy hearing about you. A nobody who shoved himself into business that didn't concern him. A stray dog who stepped into something far above his station."The boss's eyes swept over Ethan with open disdain."So what I want you to do now is simple," he said. "Keep your mouth shut."He lifted one finger."Just keep your mouth shut, and maybe—maybe—we'll decide what to do with you later."Ethan stared at him for a second.Then another.Behind him, in the far distance of his thoughts, there was another pressure weighing on him entirely—Mia.He was already

At that moment, the driver's words only made the suspicion around Ethan grow heavier.The man was still staring at him with wide, unsettled eyes, as if even now he couldn't fully process what he had witnessed earlier."I don't think he knew what he did," the driver said, almost stumbling over his own words in his haste to explain. "But he pulled the bullet out. She didn't even—there was nothing. Nothing! And yet his hands were there, and the next thing, she was breathing better."His voice carried a strange mixture of fear and disbelief.It wasn't admiration.It wasn't gratitude.It was the fear a man felt when he had seen something he couldn't explain.And once those words left his mouth, every gaze in the area sharpened on Ethan.The black dragon men stared at him differently now.Not just as some random passerby.Not even just as a nuisance.But as an unknown factor.A variable.A problem.Victoria and Grace also looked at him, though their expressions were more complicated. Grace'

At that moment, the notification appeared again.Bright. Cold. Unavoidable.It hovered right in front of Ethan's eyes, pulsing with quiet insistence, as though it could sense his reluctance and simply did not care.**MISSION: HELP THEM.**Ethan's jaw tightened.For a brief second, annoyance flashed across his face.He couldn't believe this.He had already done his part. He had stepped in when he didn't need to. He had saved the young lady's life even after Victoria and Grace had treated him with suspicion, hostility, and open rudeness. He had stabilized her, bought her time, and made it possible for her to survive. As far as he was concerned, that should have been the end of it.But the system clearly had other plans.His gaze flicked toward the men surrounding them—the ones with black dragon tattoos curling around their forearms like symbols of death, the ones whose eyes gleamed with murderous intent, the ones who looked as though they would tear apart anyone who stood between them a

At that moment in time, Victoria and Grace's jaws tightened as their eyes went wide with shock, their gazes locking onto one of the security guards standing nearby.The realization hit them like a physical blow."Kevin?" Victoria's voice came out sharp, disbelieving, trembling with a mixture of rage and betrayal. "So you're among them?"Her hand shot up, pointing at him with a trembling finger, her face contorting with fury."So you're the one that literally set us up? You crazy piece of shit!"Victoria's shout tore through the air, echoing across the station. The few remaining bystanders who hadn't already fled turned their heads, their eyes widening at the scene unfolding before them."I should have known," Victoria continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "I should have known it was you, Kevin. Everything was just so clear. Everything was so obvious. But yet, I literally kept a blind eye toward it."She took a step forward, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles had turned whi

The moment the six black Mercedes vans screeched to a halt in front of the bus station, the air changed.It wasn't subtle, It was immediate. Violent. The kind of shift that made people stop mid-step and look around for the nearest exit.Doors slammed open in unison, and men began flooding out.Not a few, Dozens.More than Ethan could count at a glance twenty, maybe thirty, pouring out of the vans. They moved with purpose, with coordination, with the kind of brutal efficiency that said they had done this before.And they were armed, Guns. Blades. Blunt instruments.Some carried pistols tucked into waistbands. Others held longer weapons shotguns, automatic rifles cradled loosely in their arms as though the weight meant nothing.But it wasn't just the weapons that made people run.It was the tattoos, Black dragons.Coiled. Snarling. Rendered in sharp, intricate ink across skin.Some had them on their forearms, visible even from a distance. Others had them on their necks, crawling up f