Atticus Dean Mitchell Novels & Stories

Carter smirked, showing me his phone. “We have him lured into our trap, for now” Carter said, his tone calmer than his usual excited one, a more devious one taking over it “Natasha is doing her job well with keeping him coming, but we will need a little more than just a few girls at a hooker bar”

I bet my son would be such a charmer when he grows up like his father. Having the thought of these two men in my life, I stood up and reached for my phone and dialled Atty. Ford’s number. He’s been working for Dad since I can remember. He’s also the one who fixed the wire transfer money to my bank account when I was still a stubborn child, the girl who didn’t want to listen to her father’s explanation. I really should change that attitude of mine and I’m glad that I listened to Devin first before running away again. I was so close to leaving him yesterday, glad that Nat talked some sense in me.

Cains POV "Hey Leo can you do me a favor?" I question walking up to him. "Yeah boss what's up?" "You know where all of Atticus' paperwork is right?" I ask. "Yeah. I organized it all. What are you looking for?" "A certain pack member. I need everything Atticus has on Kira Daniels." I explain. "I'll get what I can." He tells me, turning away heading towards Atticus' office.

No girl in Ironside had captured my attention like Kodessa, and I was drawn to her by force I did not understand. As we entered the village gates, we heard a commotion. Our three-year brother Atticus came into view with our mother trailing behind. Atticus was completely nude, holding his beloved bear Tubbs in his left hand. “Atticus Grey, you stop right there”, Mother scolded as she bent down, trying to catch her breath. “Ha, gotcha “shrieked Fleki as he grabbed Atticus by the shoulder as swung him up onto hip. Tears flowed down Atticusś cheeks, and his bottom lip dropped, devastated by the fact his brother had captured and betrayed him.

“Grandpa, my last name is Knox, not Westfield.” “Then change it to Westfield!” the old man barked, dead serious, his face filled with authority as if he wasn’t joking at all. Atlas: “...” “If you don’t want the Westfields to fall into Augustus’s hands, isn’t Atticus still around?” Atticus was the only surviving member of the second branch. His grandfather, who was also the old man’s younger brother, died of cancer years ago, as did Atticus’ parents. That’s why he became a doctor and was practically raised by the old man himself.

Dean suddenly exclaimed, “I said I want to talk to my son! Now!” “That…” Atticus hesitated, clearly torn between his desire to tell Dean to fuck off and his responsibilities as Noah’s second-in-command. “I’ll go to his room and ask if you want to see him. But, know that you’re disturbing your rest. And, if he says he doesn’t want to see you, then there’s nothing I can do.”

They are still at it, huh. But why can't i see my stupid controlling brother Kaden? It's impossible that he's not present in this event. I just hope his path won't cross with Syd's or else it will be another couple of rants for her the whole day. She just so hates him so much, that's it. "There's no more room for the martyrs in this world, Miss Rae." Atticus' voice pulled me back to the present situation I'm in with him. I glared at him. "I'm not a martyr."

the man smirks as the chief watches us curiously. “Tabitha,” he warns. “What do you think you’re doing to Atticus?” “Wondering why he is standing here like this is his home instead of being in his cell,” I snap. “Why would he be in a cell?” The chief asks, narrowing his gaze. “Atticus is our new lead detective.” “He’s…What?” I sputter, my eyes growing wide. “Repeat that!” “Allow me,” Atticus beams cockily. “I’m Atticus Snow, and from today on, I’ll be working closely with you, Tabitha Sullivan.”

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?”

Atticus Hungler, the leader of an ancient pack with ties to my family, watched me approach with keen interest. "Atticus," I greeted him, my voice low and measured as I extended my hand in greeting. "It's been too long." Atticus returned my handshake with a firm grip, his gaze piercing as he studied me intently. "Indeed it has, Nicholas," he replied, his tone guarded. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you talking to me tonight?" I wasted no time in getting to the point, my words carefully chosen as I broached the subject that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "I need information, Atticus," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "Information about the Grants from Huntsville."