Atonement Novel Novels & Stories

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

Jessica, you would finally be able to be with your park once more We would be attacking Nathan's park tomorrow from now Dad am so so happy I know my dear Now it's time to accomplish what we started I laughed I looked around before entering my room I know it's funny but am so so happy am finally avenging my mother and my people Nathan's pov It was midnight I was tired of lying on my bed so I looked out through my window I had already told David to bring my cousin with him And I told them That we should meet by 12 I heard a light knock on the door I didn't say a word and went back to my bed pretending to be in slumber But I saw that the door was opened And I felt David and my cousin's presence

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

He finally understood. This wasn't a wedding. It was his execution. "No… It's not like that!" He suddenly lunged, a man possessed, scrambling down from the altar.

He thought he had hit the jackpot with free meat until human fingers came into view. A storm kicked off this grisly murder case. Thunder boomed, and rain hammered down. The police and their dogs tore through the city. Daniel couldn't keep it in. This hacked-up mess matched the Rain Mire's style from eight years ago. "What do you say?" he started. "Doesn't this remind you of Rain Mire from way back?" Robert's face went grim. The Rain Mire struck on rainy days. He got off on torturing young women and ruined tons of families.

Since then, the trophy had always been placed in the most visible spot in my office, reminding me not to give up on my original aspirations. I had planned to propose to Tanner, asking him to let me step back from his business and return to research after we got married. I crouched down to pick up the metal base. It had my name and the honor inscribed on it. Even though it was broken, I wanted to gather the pieces. Behind me, I suddenly heard Willow sobbing and Tanner's furious voice. "Katherine! What did you do?" Startled, I looked back to see Willow crying as she threw herself into Tanner's arms. There was a smear of blood on her elbow where the glass had cut her.

“Shout. Scream out all the pain and anger you’re feeling. It works.” Atticus stared at him. “How would you know? Have you ever felt this kind of pain before?” Blaze’s gaze shifted to the wide road in front of them. For a moment, his expression darkened. “The worst,” he murmured. “What happened to you?” He turned to her, his eyes hollow. “My mom and my fiancée were raped and murdered.” Atticus gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God!” He smiled then, but it wasn’t a real smile. It was empty, almost eerie. “I’ll get my revenge. Soon.”

It's this. The moment that might make all the difference. The issue that looms as the door opens and the faces of the opposing family are revealed is whether this encounter will end in an alliance or a betrayal that might destroy everything that Marco and Francesca have worked so hard to achieve. The room seems colder than typical, not because of the weather, but because of the attitude. It’s badly lit, barely enough light to make out the faces in front of us. I sat across from two men....two guys who could alter everything in this conflict with just a single word. Marco sits behind me, his jaw taut, his eyes flaming with that intensity he brings into every battle. But this isn't a battle of

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

A lazy male voice came from the side. I turned my head and saw a tall man leaning against a marble column. His white dress shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar, revealing sharp, elegant collarbones. A cigarette rested between his fingers. Through the curling smoke, his narrow eyes slowly swept over me. Jonah. I silently repeated the name. This was the demon who had tortured Mona until she was barely alive in my last life. "Nice to meet you, Mr. White." I gave a slight nod, deliberately letting a strand of hair fall by my ear. In my last life, Mona had mentioned that Jonah hated ostentatious women.