Atticus Bookstore Novels & Stories

KARINA POV rated R I knock on Atticus's office door lightly as I open it and he smiles as he sees me. "How was your visit," Atticus asks as he puts down the paper he is scanning. I smile and close the door behind me. "Perfect. Thank you for calling her. I didn't realize I needed to talk to her so badly," I reply as I sit down in the chair across from him.

I was a rogue, someone who was supposed to take the hits, but why had I been so unjustly wronged? Mara is a rogue too, yet nobody despises her. With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep. I was roused by the faint chirping of birds combined with the sound of a running shower. The night had been so peacefully restful after a long time that I didn't want to stir. I was still in bed, stretching, when the bathroom door swung open, and Atticus emerged, clad in a black dress shirt and black pants. His hair was still damp, with only a few strands clinging to his forehead. No one would ever guess that this handsome man concealed such an ugly beast within.

I hated how my voice shook as I practically begged him not to stay with me during this. “I would never leave you at a time like this, Little Mate,” He quietly comforted me, and I sighed heavily. Cassius came and sat on the other side of me, and I gave him a shaky smile before nodding at Granny Maeve. She gave me a soft smile before opening the door and letting Atticus into the room. Atticus enters the room cautiously, taking in the sight of the three of us on the farthest side of the U-shaped couch, facing the door and him. With slow, non-threatening movements, he made his way to the section directly across from us.

He had not said what it was for. “To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master-level bigshots? “Clouspring isn’t a famous place, but it’s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton… the old patriarch of the Waltons?”

A scattered breadcrumb path. Then, two days later, I finally got an address. Patterson, New Jersey. A community bookstore, run by a “Ms. Hayes.” Immediately, I booked a cab and told no one about where I was headed. — The Bookstore The bell above the door gave a soft chime as I stepped inside. The air smelled of old paper and lavender oil, A small heater clinked quietly in the corner. And there—behind the counter—was Leona. She hadn’t changed much, she still has those sexy eyes, Same tight braids. Same way of dressing.

Katia got out of the car when they arrived at the bookstore. A small smile graced her lips as she entered the shop, accompanied by Jennel. After about ten minutes, both women came out of the bookstore with some books in their arms. Katia seemed happy as she chatted with the woman, until her ears caught a whimper. She turned her head from side to side, searching for the source of the cry, and then turned to look at an alley next to the bookstore.