Atticus Dean Mitchell Novels & Stories

Theo POV. Looking at the old courthouse, which is now the Hunter’s Headquarters. I smirk and Atticus becomes excited. He loves nothing more than sinking his fangs into those who have wronged us. “Let’s get this over with. What’s the plan?” Atticus growls out as it enraged him because of how these assholes hurt our Mia. “Oh, you know the usual: break them and then kill them. How does that sound?” I reply walking into the building.

she asked, anger evident on her face. Dean approached me, and I noticed how Linda looked at him, almost on the verge of tears. Then the guy stood up and approached Dean with a smile. "I was hoping you wouldn't come," he said to Dean, who shot him an angry look. "Yeah, Drake, I came, but I wasn't planning on seeing you here." Observing them both, it was clear they weren't the type to act like friends. Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier.

“My sister and Elijah are the traitors among us.” “What?” I asked, frowning in confusion. Dean took a deep and slow breath, trying to calm himself down and I shook my head in question, trying to understand and process what the man was talking about. However, he shook his head, clearly in pain after what he just admitted. “Dean…” “She was the one giving them the information about us. She was in charge of the attack on Moscow…” “Dean, she is your sister…”

It was unlocked. And inside, seated calmly behind a polished desk as if he had been waiting for us, was Atticus Black. Mr. Black. His hair was immaculate, as always, his suit perfectly tailored. He looked up at us with that cold, familiar smile, like we had just walked into his office for a casual meeting rather than to bring him down. “Well, well,” he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “If it isn’t Audrey and her merry little band of troublemakers. I heard you were coming to meddle in my affairs again.”

He conceitedly uttered, making me growl and look outside, hiding a smile. “We are already halfway in our first chapter but okay.” I started. “Scout Finch lives with her brother, Jem, and their widowed father, Atticus, in the sleepy Alabama town of Maycomb. Maycomb is suffering through the Great Depression, but Atticus is a prominent lawyer and the Finch family is reasonably well off in comparison to the rest of society.” I started discussing while not looking at Mister Dawson. I am afraid that I might forget what I was reading yesterday when I look at on his eyes. It just feel so off looking at him on the eyes, because I minute I am fine but later I will find out, I am already stuttering wit

I pushed the door slowly, every muscle coiled, ready for an intruder, a reporter, someone with a camera and a death wish. What I found was worse. Atticus Vale sat in my living room, in the dark, in my favorite chair, a glass of my scotch in his hand. He was Fifty- six, silver-haired, sharp-featured, dressed in a suit that cost more than most people's cars. He didn't look up when I entered. He never did. "You missed the investor meeting," he said, his voice smooth and cold as a blade on ice. "I was at a board meeting."

I lie as I walk out the door in search of the boy I cannot get off of my mind. Atticus Preston.

Cynthia Dion: It struck me as amusing how everyone readily gave him a pass when he claimed that I had seduced him into committing the unforgivable act of killing his own child. It seemed as though they believed his excuse somehow mitigated the gravity of the crime. Maleeka, driven by an unhealthy obsession with him, appeared willing to go to extreme lengths, even contemplating self-harm, whenever Atticus spoke against him. "Stay back from my wife!" Atticus thundered in his deep, resonant voice, effectively preventing Mr. Holt from advancing any further.

I was surprised, as I didn't know the man and had never even met him. The next second, the worker from the Building Department bolted to his feet and stammered, "Mr. Maddox…" Stunned, Keegan got to his feet as well. "How are you, Mr. Maddox?" The man stared daggers at them. "Aren't you all ashamed of yourselves? Tell Atticus to get his ass over here." I was baffled because I knew that Atticus Cole was the CEO of Echelon Group. Maddox looked at me and said gently, "Please excuse us, Ms. Chloe."

Lexon's words replayed in Atticus's head. “Is that… is that your son?” Atticus asked as he stared at the Omega, who looked at him curiously. “Yes,” Naham said, and Atticus's hand went to his mouth and squeezed it as he stepped back. Not only did those bastards have his brother, but they also had his nephew, who was born there. Smoke seeped from Atticus's body as Draven pushed to the surface in rage. Atticus's chest stuttered as realization of everything his brother and nephew endured set in.