Atticus Books Novels & Stories

Both Gigi and Zachary looked up and were stunned to see us standing there, both dressed in formal attire. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't come here to make a scene!" Zachary snapped, his brows furrowed and his eyes flashing with disdain. He probably thought I had come here on purpose to look for him, but I simply eyed him coolly before heading into the courthouse with my friend. When Zachary saw which courtroom I was heading into, he ran over to block me. "You're the plaintiff? The ones who are trying to scam Gigi?" He quickly drew the dots together. "So, this is the case you were talking about when you said your mother got into a car accident. Well, you can drop the lawsuit now, Ann

I muttered and shuffled toward the library in search of the tan leather-bound book. Atticus’s library was enormous and the shelves of books also housed different magical artifacts on display. I was warned to not mess with them until I understood their properties. Searching everywhere I was growing frustrated. Heading down the last book case I growled. Not having any luck locating the book I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and raised my arms “Room of my family's bloodline please allow me to enter by showing me the book for your entrance!” Opening my eyes and tilting my head I heard movement down the row of shelving. Going toward the sound I see a tan book sticking out on the bottom shelf.

"How about if I punch you in the face and say I'm just f*cking pissed off, you think you'll be happy!!" "Then punch me if you can, don't just talk," I said with a smile, you're full of words Vallery. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that, I don't let anyone punch my precious face!" I told her with emphasis. "You're an ugly attitude nerd!!" Me? Ugly? Who f**king said that? Of course who else would it be! I admit that I'm attitude but I'm not ugly, no one is ugly in this world right? It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down.

I know myself more than anyone does. "Marina, twos iced tea in my office." Atticus ordered someone on the intercom, probably his secretary. I sat on the sofa on the side, he occupied his swivel chair and played with his pen. He's such a villainous man in my perspective, but if i put him beside Lorcan, i think he still has the soft sides of him than the latter who perfectly defines all the ruthlessness. Wait, why do i compare them anyway? They are both toxic, that's it! They bring nothing but toxicity and i mean it!

Atticus almost yelled, I noticed he was irritated because Kairo started lecturing him again. Kairo stopped reading as he placed his book on his legs before he gazed at Atticus, smirked at him, and replied, “It’s because you’re too lazy to read some books. All you want to do is play with Grandpa or with your friends. You’re the son of an Alpha, you must do your best to be wise.” “I don’t need those books. I was born with intelligence. You need those books because you aren’t smarter than me.” Atticus said he was ready to fight with his twin.

he said, his voice cold and distant now. “You know what? Fine,” I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “I came here to help you, to see if you were at least remorse but you clearly aren’t. So, if you want to wallow in your own self-pity and lash out at the people who actually care about you, then that’s on you.” I turned and walked out of the room. **** I found Atticus in his study, sitting at his desk, his head bent over a stack of reports.

RIN POV “Don't be a dummy, you think I would want to help you without gaining anything in the process? You might have been an Alpha. But you are so naive. And reckless,” Atticus said, taking well calculated strides towards me with a new scar on his jaw. Like a spear's end mark. Like he was daring me to make a damn move and he would finish what he started; my doom. “So why did you put give me that pill? And I can distinctively remember pouring it into Thorne's glass," I replied, my body was sore where I had been manhandled roughly.

“Be that as it may. It doesn’t change the fact that this place is creepy as f. C’mon bro, you saw all the houses we drove past before we got here. No gates or fences. Then comes the Apions with iron gates and armed, call-of-duty, guards manning the property.” “That’s because their filthy rich Atticus, they sort of need extra protection,” I defend, and I don’t know why. Atticus frees an exasperated sound and throws a flippant hand at me. “Defend all you want; I know you believe me.” He casts his gaze afar and his face grows serious. “There’s something wrong. I can’t call it out by name or prove it with evidence. But there’s something wrong with this place. With them.”

" I move to his side. "I think I've been sleeping with the enemy..." Atticus says, and I stare at him; he probably saw the look on my face because he starts to explain, "No, it was way before you, Evette. When I found Lilia, she looked like she couldn't fend for herself, and I took pity on her. I can't believe this..." "Atticus, it's not your fault she fooled all of you-"

We all slid into the leather seats, Atticus climbing into the back and immediately pulling out the children’s chapter book he’d been obsessed with all weeks. I could already hear the pages flipping as he settled in, legs crossed like a little professor. I glanced over as Alex started the engine, the quiet hum of power filling the cabin. The car ride was smooth, the city passing by in blurs of late-afternoon light. Atticus was quiet in the back, mouthing words as he read, fully immersed.