Atticus Noble Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I actually pride myself on being a monster through and through. I'm sure she'll run off like the rest do." The smirk on his face makes my blood burn. I want to fucking strangle him. He sees the sliver of restraint I'm holding back. He raises his hands in mock surrender, palms up like I haven't seen him slit a man's throat with a smile on his face. "Alright, brother," he says, tone laced with mockery. "I'll leave her be. For now." Atticus rises from the chair with quiet confidence. He moves similar to me, always calculating, always ten steps ahead. His boots make no sound as he strides to the door, and I lean back watching him.

I roar out as Atticus shifts and stalks towards Tony. “You have violated the treaty you swore to uphold, by your participation is causing distress to what is mine and now you will pay the price.” Atticus spits as he lunges forward. Atticus mauls him, tearing into him. Ripping him to shreds. Atticus moves away and I shift back fully clothed. Blood coats the floor, walls and me. “Did you have to make a mess? Could you not have just ripped his throat out? Fuck’s sake Atticus, there is nothing left of him.” I groan out, pinching the bridge of my nose as I walk towards the door of the interrogation room.

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."

“You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?” “You don’t deserve to know my name.” Atticus was extremely arrogant. Keagan’s pupils constricted. Soon afterward, he snarled, “You’re conceited!” He moved so swiftly that he turned into a shadow and ran forward abruptly! He delivered a strike at Atticus as swift as lightning with his palm hard as steel! Atticus stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression nonchalant. He took a long stride forward with his chest puffed up.

“You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?” “You don’t deserve to know my name.” Atticus was extremely arrogant. Keagan’s pupils constricted. Soon afterward, he snarled, “You’re conceited!” He moved so swiftly that he turned into a shadow and ran forward abruptly! He delivered a strike at Atticus as swift as lightning with his palm hard as steel! Atticus stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression nonchalant. He took a long stride forward with his chest puffed up.

"Don't try to obstruct me, at least not today." "Let's go," he said, holding the car door open for me and then sliding inside after I had taken a seat. The car started, and soon we left the mansion. I watched silently as Enzo and Rosalie got into their vehicles and followed us. I didn't know what would happen next, but one thing was certain: Atticus was changing. He must have believed in my innocence, or else he wouldn't have confronted his friends on my behalf. "Thank you for what you did--," he paused just as he was about to express his gratitude. I wondered what had occurred until he asked me in a grumpy tone.

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.”

“Please, help me.” Link slowly raises his hand like he’s in the back of the class and is afraid to say the answer to the question. “So I have an idea…but, you aren’t going to like it.” “We’re listening,” Atticus seems to be much more sober all of a sudden, the shock of Nyx’s sudden panic snapping him out of his stupor and forcing him into leader mode. He’s much more attractive when he’s in control. The way the streetlights glint off of his eyes as he leans his head in to listen.

In her photo shoot, I was never invited. Grandma's comment, "I've never heard of that," caused my smile to disappear. Attorney continued, "Oh, I like your twin sister," but grandma stopped signing the document and turned to face him. Grandma said, "What is the feeling of beauty without the good character, isn't it, attorney? Attitude counts. The attorney complimented me with his alluring smile, "You are right, duchess. I like either Princess Nicole Ashanti who I believe has superb taste in adorning herself with confidence. You look stunning, Princess Nicole."

“I didn’t make this decision lightly, but Ben needs to understand that he can’t act without regard for the law or for the people he’s supposed to protect. He is a Prince!” “Atticus,” I argued, my voice rising slightly, “you’ve killed people too. Are you saying you’re any different?” He stiffened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he rose to his feet. His presence was commanding, but I stood my ground. “Yes, I’ve killed,” he admitted, his voice steady but laced with an edge. “But not out of pride or recklessness. I kill to protect this kingdom, to uphold the law, and to ensure the safety of our people. Every life I’ve taken weighed on me, but I’ve never killed unjustly. Ben can’t say the same.”