Atonement Novel Novels & Stories

Lines of text scrolled across the screen messages from the elite church women. ‘Naomi really destroyed him in front of everyone. Bold girl.’ ‘How shameful for Stevenson’s son to chase after a pastor’s daughter, desperation runs in his blood.’ ‘His mother died birthing him, poor woman. And now he’s staining the family name.’ Camille’s chest rose and fell heavily as she read the words aloud then she turned her cold eyes on him. “How could you shame us like this?” she hissed. “After everything we’ve done for you, you dare to embarrass your father’s name in front of the whole church?”

“You don’t remember me?” She stared. Then it clicked. The banquet. He was the man who caught her when she nearly fell. The only one who didn’t rush toward Elliot. “You...” she said slowly. “You were at the banquet.” Sarah’s lips parted slightly. “Wait, you’re the one who saved me?” “Yes,” he said simply. “ I'm Damien Blackwood. I found you bleeding in the alley behind that hotel. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” She blinked. “Thank you. I don’t even know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t saved me.”

Everything that happened in my life was making me go crazy. My feelings towards him were changing very fast. I was being attracted to him like a moth is attracted to a flame, but he was a very complex man. And since I was so fascinated with him, I was at the risk of being biased. Though I felt that I might get hurt again if I get to involve with him but still I was drawn irresistibly towards the bright glitter of flame. God, please help me ... ******* It was morning when I open my eyes I looked around in saw that it must be over 9 in the morning I got out of my bed and went to look for Adam, but he was not in his room and the bed was made up perfectly.

"Well, I don't. But you do. So, why don't you be Damon's mate?" Annette took a step back. Jessica pushed Annette angrily. Annette did not expect Jessica to attack her. She staggered backward and fell to the ground. Damon stepped forward to help Annette to get up. At this moment, Austin returned home.

If marrying Lucas Hayes was the price I had to pay to stay in New York long enough to find the person who murdered him, then I would pay it. No matter how much I hated the groom waiting at the altar. Eleanor sighed. “I wish things were different.” “Me too,” I said, and she smiled at me before taking the bouquet from the table and handing it over to me. “Miss Lancaster?” one of the wedding coordinators called from outside. “It's time.” My stomach twisted, and Eleanor nodded at me, reassuring me. ***** The chapel was already filled by the time we arrived. Luxury cars lined both sides of the street while reporters crowded behind the barricades outside.

He nods and pulls a key from his pocket, tossing it across the table and I catch it. "Move in tomorrow. Tonight, we drink." Mark pours two glasses of dark liquid and pushes one toward me. We drink in silence, and the alcohol burns its way down my throat, warm and familiar. "You are not the man who walked through my door," Mark says. "That man was broken, desperate, and clinging to memories of a man who never loved him." "I know." "That man is gone now. In his place is someone who robbed Anton's warehouse and negotiated with Devon and walked away with fifteen thousand dollars, and who can survive on his own."

But the boy before him now, the one who had looked him straight in the eye during a thunderstorm and said he wasn’t scared of thunder, only afraid of memories—that was someone he didn’t recognize. He turned slightly and noticed that Atlas had fallen asleep. His head rested against the arm of the couch, hair cascading over his forehead in messy strands. The candlelight softened his features, highlighting the faint freckles on his nose and the delicate curve of his lashes. He looked so small, almost fragile, yet somehow at peace, as if the storm could no longer touch him. A tightness gripped Rowan’s chest. He didn’t want to call it guilt, but deep down, he knew that was exactly what it was.

“This—us—it’s not sin. It’s love. Holy in its own way. You don’t need forgiveness from anyone but yourself.” Tears fell, mixing with the water. “I love you,” I confessed, the words freeing something deep inside. “You’ve saved me.” She smiled, soft and real. “I love you too, angel. And I’ll corrupt you every day if that’s what it takes to keep you.” In her arms, with the crucifix watching from the wall, I found my absolution. Not in prayer, but in her touch. In our sin. In our salvation.

The scream worked its way up my throat and across my quivering tongue, infecting the billowing fabric of reality, and alerting the other members of that blasphemous congregation. I screamed until my insides were hot and raw, my vocal cords withering in a flame of my own kindling, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not take my eyes off the festering gray worms writhing and feeding within the thing’s fleshy wound of a face. The last thing I recall before Johnny woke me was the dry hiss of the congregation speaking as one: “Coronate the usurper in the waters of Hali.”

“ You know perfectly well what I am talking about . I am sure your also know the consequences of your actions . I must say , don’t you have nightmares or any kind of regret for what a you did Annette Landar ?……..the more I look at you , the more I can’t help but pity you . “ said Antonio . “ Why must you pity me Antonio ? “ said Antonio keeping a calm tone . “ Simple ! Because what you have done , is worse than a thousands sins . I became sure of it when I heard the whole story from Antonia . If I want , I can make your life a living hell and no one can save you from my hands . Rest assured for that . “ said Antonio winking an eye at her in a devilish way . Annette remained surprised as she