Atticus Pund Novels & Stories

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?”

What can someone say to that? "I know that is shocking. Rupert Kincaid had a variety of disturbing ambitions and I was ordered to partake in the plans of bringing those ambitions to life. Please know that while I have committed unspeakable violence I will never harm Karina. I will protect her with my life," Atticus continues and something flashes in my father's eyes before he stands up.

Reggie referred to me as his daughter, which I thought was the best way for him to introduce me, confirming my status here. “This is the first time we've all gathered here. But there's no reason to be awkward.” He then glanced at me, as if asking for my approval, and I nodded slowly, though my heart was still full of question marks. “Ace, as the eldest, perhaps you could start to introduce yourself first?” The man across from me nodded in a calm and confident manner. “Okay, everyone, my name is Atticus—or Ace—Vance. I'm an attorney at the Hayes & Chan Law Firm.” I glanced at Reggie, asking silently, and he nodded.

"If you promise me you'll make that peach pie you were talking about..." “I’ll put an extra scoop of ice cream for you, I promise.” Holly laughed and I heard her feet shuffling along the ground “See you at dinnertime.” “I’ll be waiting for my pay, recruit.” Atticus hummed, and I waited until there was no trace of Holly nearby to approach him, silently stopping behind the bastard as I tried to control my anger. “Fuck!” Atticus cursed suddenly, probably because he finally noticed me there “Goddess, I’ve spent the last seven years training my sense of smell and I still have trouble identifying when you’re around. How does your wolf do that?”

a third person snapped. Atticus peered out around the corner of the house. His foot tangled in a length of ivy and he muttered a curse beneath his breath, holding it there until the sounds of their footsteps had passed. “We all know it will end up being Apollo,” one of them said distantly. Atticus tucked the name away for safekeeping. It could come in handy when he was asserting his dominance; so little was known about the Red Ripper rogues that any information, no matter how small, could be played up.

This was the dark side of the city. "Looking at it now, I don't think Atticus will deceive you. This turned out to be an unexpected stroke of luck. Atticus has some merits. He's very sharp-minded. Think about it. He turned a small contractor's business into the leading one in Foswood. That's his strength! "But it shows he's not afraid to go the extra mile. He's a businessman, right? It's normal to go the extra mile for profit. Otherwise, how could he achieve his goals? Of course, now the leading power is you!"

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?”

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.”

They occupy rows of pews and there is a small platform with a bench I’m assuming is where I will stand in front of the guests once I take the oath as future Luna of the Greenway Pack. My heart makes a somersaults when I spot Atticus, he looks so manly and handsome in a black tux. When our eyes lock I notice there is sadness in his eyes but before I can react he's demeanor changes and I smile stretched on his lips. It’s rare to see him smile from ear to ear like this, dimples form when he puts on a happy face. I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again.

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.”