Atticus Finch Book Novels & Stories

Chapter Eleven Fenis POV As we walked into the kitchen, I saw my mother sitting at the table, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she had shed. She had a significant red mark on her cheek courtesy of my father and his never-ending savagery. On the other hand, Atticus was perched on her lap, his chubby hands holding half a scone each. Dripping with butter and strawberry jam, he took turns raising them to his mouth and licking the tops. The jam smeared across his mouth and nose in a sticky mess. He was oblivious to the sadness around him.

Atticus Atticus’s honey-brown hair rippled as his fist thudded into Ralphin’s jaw. His Beta stumbled, and he spat blood onto the grass before hissing, “What’s got into you?” Everything about Ralphin was annoying him today. The cock-sure swagger of his walk, the sheen of his black hair, the glint in his onyx eyes – all of it made Atticus’s gut swell with rage. He bared his teeth at Ralphin, hardly allowing him a chance to adjust his defensive stance before baring down on him again, slamming first his right and then his left fist at him in a quick, brutal one-two that forced Ralphin back against the wooden fence.

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“Who was it?” Instead of responding, I simply hold out the phone, allowing him to take it from me and read the same message that I just did. “Good riddance,” Atticus shrugs, handing my phone back. “He was nothing more than a hindrance anyway. Now you can…” He doesn’t finish his sentence before a bubbly sob erupts from me, and I lean forward, clutching at my chest, which feels like it is squeezing painfully around my heart and my lungs.

Atticus lets out a loud breath as he lifts his arm and wraps it around Harris, pulling him into his side. "I guess you could say that." "So, nothing can burn you? Not even these flames?" "No, nothing can burn me, not even these flames. I could stand in them and it wouldn't hurt me. But I would come out naked since my clothes aren't immune to flames." Atticus's lips tugged up on one side, and mischief danced in his eyes. Harris swallowed hard and prayed his body didn't betray him as he quickly looked away. He looked at the flames and then remembered the day in his bedroom when Atticus was enraged.

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.

“What are you talking about?” “I know you and I know your inner Betty Cooper is deafened by the alarm bells that this place gives off. Don’t bother lying or try to suppress it. You and I both know that there’s something… off about this place… about our distant aunt and uncle,” Atticus insinuates. I hide my truth behind a stoic expression. “I don’t know what you mean?” Attius interrogates me with a probing look. A sly smile crawls on his face. He saunters over and seats himself beside Joshua, the mattress dips beneath him.

A shiver runs down my spine. “Yes, I did. She is happy about the birth of her niece and nephew.” I watch him and I click my tongue before nodding my head at him. Something is off with him. “I can’t speak to his beast. He is blocking me.” Atticus says and I watch him as he moves to help unpack. “Something is wrong. That isn’t our Fen.” I tell him and he agrees.