Attitude Characters Novels & Stories

His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. “They don’t even respect the mate bond, screwing around, knowing their mate will claim them one day. But they just don’t care, they’re impatient, they mate with whoever they want and even start families. Those self-centered losers!” Atticus finally looked up, catching the reflection of Clarence’s contorted face. The sheer volume of hatred resonating in the man’s voice, now standing dangerously close, was chilling.

“That’s where we come in.” “So our partners are just here to take us out if we go crazy?” I snort. “That’s reassuring.” “You know,” Atlas says, his green eyes flashing, “that attitude is only going to make me enjoy your ending.” “Right,” I fire back, “because your opinion on my attitude is something I care about.” He shrugs his broad shoulders, putting up his hands in preparation. “No wonder you were rejected by all the males in your pack. That mouth of yours would scare anyone off.”

Keanu released his mother's embrace and stepped back a few paces. He said, "Mother, you shouldn't talk like that! Let me be clear, I will obey you, but that doesn't mean I have to follow every one of your requests." Arsila's body tensed; she felt like exploding with anger. Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white, and her jaw tightened, ready to unleash a torrent of insults directed at her son. "Charlotte is not an ordinary person; she is incredibly detailed, observing everything with sharp attention, even though her face remains calm."

I just love acting. They can't do anything about my attitude. At least I'm not fake unlike most of the actresses. The type you think was an angel sent from heaven to spread virtues, but actually it's the other way around. They are the devils who was sent from hell to spread darkness—a wolf in sheep's clothing. What a hypocrites. They're even using their acting skills just to get people's sympathy. Just like that pain-in-the-butt Chantal. Actually, they're even more attitude than me when they're not in the public. Which is the attitude that I really really hated. I don't really understand why people don't see how fake their idol was.

“I don’t plan on killing you, but I wonder if you’ll still be that fucking cocky if I turn your dick into spaghetti.” Beside me, Vance lets out a puff that I’m almost positive is laughter, and it catches me by surprise. But as I turn to meet his gaze, he looks away, covering his mouth so that I can’t see whether or not I was right. “I could just turn him into a popsicle and shatter his fingers, toes, and limbs one by one,” Atticus offers. “Oh, I’d like to see that." I grin. “Go on then.” Growing quiet, I wait as Atticus takes me in with an unreadable expression, and when he finally nods and gets up, I feel like maybe we are slowly going back to how we were.

He exchanged a quick glance with his companions, silently urging them to make a swift exit. It was evident to Mr. Beret that Alpha Atticus held a position of power in this neighborhood, likely due to his alpha status and the influence of his pack. In a place where life was already difficult, nobody would willingly invite trouble or risk their well-being by provoking him. Crossing paths with Atticus in such a manner was akin to inviting disaster.

Atticus. That familiar, unhurried stride. That unreadable grin that most people mistake for charm, until they realize it never reaches his eyes. There's something cold in the way he carries it. Detached. Clinical. Most find it unsettling. Personally, I think it's the most honest part of him.

Adelaide would often laugh at the way the girls would fawn over him, giving him gifts and chocolates, and giggling whenever he walked by. "You're just like your father," Adelaide would tease, shaking her head in amusement. "You've got the same charming smile and the same way of making everyone fall in love with you." But despite his charming exterior, Atticus was actually a very different person from his father. While Mino was warm and loving, Atticus was more reserved and cold-hearted. He had a tendency to push people away, and he rarely let anyone get close to him. Adelaide had noticed this about her son, and she had tried to talk to him about it. But Atticus just shrugged it off, saying t

Her sister was a fan of Charlotte's talent. Jayden's words were not flattery, Charlotte was worthy of his admiration. Recalling that his face had just turned sour, Jayden quickly apologized, "Ms. Bernard, please don't mind, Ah Chi has a lot of crazy fans, I misunderstood you just now!" Charlotte didn't mind either: "Hello, Mr. Brandt." Seeing that she wasn't angry, Jayden breathed a sigh of relief. The temperaments of artists are usually quite eccentric. Jayden's attitude towards Charlotte did a complete 180-degree turn, and the other staff members also changed their tune, greeting Charlotte with nothing but smiles.

except that he was angry when he was talking to Matt though. Speaking of Matt, he hasn’t visited her for a few days now. Charlotte was sure he was stuck in some work or he’d have definitely visited her. She actually liked Matt’s company. He spoke more than Azraiel but less than Theo. His presence didn’t make her nervous or excited or whatever the hell she feels around Azraiel. Matt was like that calm energy that encourages you to speak your mind without feeling conscious. She actually talked more to him so that she could hear him speak more because just like her…he seems to have a lot on his mind but he doesn’t let it out. With Azraiel, she is too afraid and nervous to speak her mind out, so