Atticus Rhodes Novels & Stories

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.

I hated how my voice shook as I practically begged him not to stay with me during this. “I would never leave you at a time like this, Little Mate,” He quietly comforted me, and I sighed heavily. Cassius came and sat on the other side of me, and I gave him a shaky smile before nodding at Granny Maeve. She gave me a soft smile before opening the door and letting Atticus into the room. Atticus enters the room cautiously, taking in the sight of the three of us on the farthest side of the U-shaped couch, facing the door and him. With slow, non-threatening movements, he made his way to the section directly across from us.

Spade stopped in front of their table and his eyes stopped on Matteo who just gave him a tight lipped smile, and then his eyes moved from Matteo to the old man, he was wearing a black trench coat. "Mr DeVille" he muttered giving him a curt nod, Spade just pulled out the chair opposite the man and sat down, intertwining his hands in front of him on the table. "Rufus" he grunted back, a serving girl came right away, with an empty tray, she was putting on a leader skirt, and a barely covered up bra, parts of her mounds were peeking out, with heavy make up on her face, her skirt could barely cover her up, one small wrong move and her ass would be out in the open for everyone.

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.”

King Atticus came near Rithambara and said, " I want to have a word with you, my daughter. " Though Rithambara was deeply hurt with his betrayal , she didn't utter anything and nodded her head. Justus was still in Rithambara's arm and was clinging to her like second skin.

Atticus said as he reached the end of the aisle and opened the last doors. Atticus's heart broke when he stepped into the cell at the end of the aisle and saw an Omega dragon unconscious. He carefully picked him up and gently draped him over his shoulder before walking into the cell across from that one. He picked up as many as he could and carried them out of the building. It took him many trips, but he didn't stop until he had each and every one of his people out of those cells and lying in the grass, away from the building.

“So… this friend of yours. Atticus, right?” He nodded so hard his hair bounced. “Yes! He’s my best friend! We play dinosaurs and racing, and he knows all the names of the sharks—” “Right, right,” I cut in gently. “But what’s his full name again?” Reid blinked up at me, thinking hard. “Umm… Atticus… Atticus Gabriel… Mon… I don’t remember the rest” “Mhm.” I nodded like that didn’t bother me at all, but it does. “Okay. Where does he live?”

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!"

But clearly, I really should stop expecting everyone else to think like I do. “I didn’t quite expect you to deliver, brother-in-law, but I must say, you surprise me every time,” Atticus croons sweetly at Lloyd, who manages to look in awe of him. “We shall discuss on your reward later.” Atticus inclines his head towards a guard slacking off by the door. “Escort him to his chambers.” Lloyd bows again before strutting out proudly, like he’s achieved something no one else could—and I suppose he has.

And to make it worse, Cyrus hadn't come to see Tristan. For a little while, Tristan was hopeful and was his normal happy, and silly self. But as the day wore on, and night fell, Tristan's hopes slipped away. As the day wore on, the room once again smelled of ash as Atticus paced the room. Fed up and unable to hold his anger back, Atticus rips the door open and begins storming down the hall. Guards begin grabbing him and he simply shoves them off. As he does so, more guards rush Atticus. The scent of Ash is overwhelming, but Harris' men don't back off. They pile onto him, grabbing Atticus and trying to pull him to the ground.