Atticus Pund Novels & Stories

I said, pulling out a file, handing it to Carter to give to the men “these are the last of the things we got for the club, and I brought you here to know where your money was spent. Tonight is the opening and I expect you all to be there” “You needn’t worry, Pakhan, we will be there on time” Andrea, one of the Italian men said, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded, watching as they passed the file between them to see what had been bought to report to their own bosses. “If there is nothing that you need to ask, you can leave. Let your bosses know that I would be expecting each one of them to be there, and note that I do not like unnecessary delays” I said, watching as they got up. Donato Bianchi,

The Luna For Me A Novella of Atticus and Adriana ATTICUS My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year’s Eve parties.

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."

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.

” Atticus finally pulled his eyes away from the building and looked at the person talking, someone he had never seen before. “Who are you?” Atticus raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Oh, I'm Vincent! I'm the one who retrieved that information. I've been working undercover for the past nine years. This is the place we've been looking for this whole time, and today, we found it,” Atticus looked at Lexon, and he nodded, confirming what Vincent said was true. “Can you guys help me get my people back?” Atticus asked as he walked past them toward his people.

Atticus cleared his throat. "I want one of your maids as mine," Atticus replied. Elizah stared at him coldly. "You are negotiating maids with me?" he asked in a chilly tone. Atticus gulped and shook his head. "The one I want is under your charge. Her name is Adara, your personal maid. I want her," Atticus explained. Hot fury swept through Elizah's features. His stance tuirned predatory. "What did you say?" he questioned darkly.

The joy of the reunion was utterly eclipsed by the fear for her son, Atticus. “And my son?” she asked, her eyes demanding an honest appraisal. “Tell me the truth, Walther. Is he well? Is he confined?” “He was confined, yes but he’s hale,” Walther assured her, deliberately withholding the details of Atticus’s defiance and the King’s earlier judgments. “He was released after striking a deal with Arthur. You see, Atticus is obsessed with a she-wolf from Woodcrest. He went after her… all the way to Malaysia.”

“Fine. Have a fun workout.” “Thanks, mom!” I wave at her before running out of the door. Since I got held up talking to my mother, I am running a bit late to our appointed meeting time that I had to jog a bit to the park. When I got there, Atticus is already sitting on one of the park benches while looking intently at his phone. He is wearing a blue-fit shirt that highlighted his arm muscles and his usual black jogging pants. His blonde is starting to get long and curling over his eyes, is pushed back by a headband, which shows his silver-blue eyes.

"How about if I punch you in the face and say I'm just f*cking pissed off, you think you'll be happy!!" "Then punch me if you can, don't just talk," I said with a smile, you're full of words Vallery. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that, I don't let anyone punch my precious face!" I told her with emphasis. "You're an ugly attitude nerd!!" Me? Ugly? Who f**king said that? Of course who else would it be! I admit that I'm attitude but I'm not ugly, no one is ugly in this world right? It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down.

There were many humans walking around doing their own thing. The place looked like a peaceful countryside. “We’re here. This is where we live!” the man introduced with a smile. Along the journey, they learned that the man’s name was Atticus. He was the vice-chief of the valley. Everyone greeted him when they entered the valley, though some looked confused at the sight of Adrian’s gang. They were wondering why Atticus had brought these outsiders. But as Atticus was of high status, nobody questioned him, and neither did he explain about Adrian’s gang to anyone.