Heir Of Atticus Grooming Novels & Stories

The mockery at the corner of Gracie's mouth hadn't even faded, leaving her lips slightly parted. Lionel's face went as white as the walls around us. Even the old woman stopped crying and looked around helplessly. The livestream comments froze for about two seconds before erupting. [Adopted son? Theo is the adopted son of the legendary Dr. Reid?] [He's the heir to Reid Medical Group?]

they said in unison. “She is aware, but it is Jasper who will find her,” he said, his voice booming off of the walls. That's when Atticus pulled out a picture of his daughter, the boys huddled around him staring at their mate. She was gorgeous! Long flowing black hair with light blue piercing eyes and a smile that would melt any heart. I could see the huge smile on my boys’s faces as they saw their mate for the first time. Tears flowed down their cheeks as they took the picture from Alpha Atticus. “Can we keep this?” Jasper asked.

she grins and Sammy laughs. 0 “He still falls for that?” Sammi turns to me, “Mom loves to trick us. She disguises cleaning and chores as a scavenger hunt. Clearly, it still works on Teddy.” 0 “Oh, Lucas, I had him move your coat into your room too, just in case you were looking for it,” Miri says as she pins a medallion on my lapel. “This is our family crest.” She smiles and once everyone is done fussing over me we make our way to the ballroom.

Olwen's bright smile has always been Luca's favorite. Looking closely now, Olwen admitted to being very obedient to Luca. She didn't take off her coat, hat, or glasses. Although the restaurant has air conditioning. Many people had been looking at Olwen with scrutiny. Olwen's way of dressing is eccentric. Luca did not want Olwen to attract attention, so he asked her to dress up. But it seems counterproductive.

I also have to be very pretty, this dress is one of a kind. Tho we weren't rich but mom bought this dress at a mall and at a very high price. "Your hair also looks nice. Who styled your hair for you?" Gram asked. I took my hand to my hair. "I did it myself, I learnt how to style it two days ago and I guess it's okay right?" "Yes, it is. It's very beautiful, it looks good on you." Grandma shook her head, a smile lighting her beautiful face. Grandma is a real beauty, my mom got her beauty from her and I got my beauty from my mom, making me twice as beautiful as grandma. Lol. That's what she always says.

“The new-looking brushes were given by Grace. They are expensive. It is costly for grandmother to buy. I didn’t dare to touch them.” “Oh…” his smile disappeared. “It’s getting late and cold you should head back to your room. I’ll escort you back.”

Meanwhile, Cassian held Aurora in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. "How do you want it?" asked the hairdresser, and Cassian, grimacing, replied, "As long as possible. Her mom is going to kill me one way or another." "I've always just trimmed their hair; it's kid stuff," commented the hairdresser, while Amora remained quiet as he prepared to cut. "Do you want a trim too?" Cassian asked Aurora. "No, Daddy. It's pretty like this," she replied, smiling. Aurora was so calm, Cassian reflected, maybe she had taken after him in that sense.

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.

As if to prevent Atticus from changing his mind, the manager swept the two boxes off the table and hurriedly handed them over to the attendant so she could package them properly. Atticus made the payment and we were on our way home. I also got a dinner gown that had an off-shoulder to give room for the jewellery. “Where do I even wear this to?” I asked Atticus as we sat at the back of the car on our way home.

"This won't do. I don't want you to be frightened of me." I open my eyes slowly. Atticus' face is so close I can count his eyelashes and see every speck of gold in his hazel eyes. His blonde hair has grown longer since the school year started and his bangs, which were short and sporty, now brush the tops of his brown eyebrows in large, gentle curls. He isn't just handsome. Atticus Preston is beautiful--too beautiful to be real. "What do you plan to do," I finally speak. "You said you didn't want to be the one and yet..."