Heir Of Atticus Grooming Novels & Stories

I wish Micah wouldn’t pair it with heels. “And this is what your shoes are,” Micah lifts up a pair of black heels at least three centimeters tall. “Do I have to wear this?” I asked her, and she nodded her head. “If I say no?” “Then you’re breaking another promise,” whined Micah. She then points at the necklace that I wore. Which was a blue rose with thorns surrounding it. “Do you have to wear that?” “It found it back at home. It’s my sister’s possession.”

The moment I reached the door, I heard bursts of laughter coming from inside. I pushed the door open and saw three pairs of shoes by the entrance—matching family shoes. Immediately, I recognized one pair as Benjamin's. Chelsea had given them to him as a birthday present, though they were probably cheap street-stall sneakers that cost less than ten bucks. The workmanship was terrible, and the material looked flimsy and cheap. Yet, Benjamin treasured them like gold. Meanwhile, the custom leather shoes I had bought him—worth thousands—had been left untouched until they gathered dust.

I ground out. I turn away from him stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel wrapping it securely around myself. Walking out of the bathroom and slamming the door shut. 'You don't have clothes.' My wolf reminds me. 'Shit.' 'Umm take some of his clothes.' She suggests. Huffing I agree and open his dresser drawers and pull out a tshirt and basketball shorts putting them on. Atticus' POV

I spin around looking for him but I can't see anything. Suddenly I'm grabbed from behind, "AH!" I scream as I'm lifted off the ground. I grab the person's hair and yank it hard. "OUCH!" Atticus shouts, I let go after hearing his voice. He puts me down, "Atticus are you nuts!? Don't you know not to grab a woman from behind?! Especially in the woods?" Atticus rubs his head, "I thought you knew it was me! I told you I saw you." I rest my hand on my rabid beating heart, he was lucky I wasn't carrying anything on me, "For future reference, know that I am most likely packing."

So I step back and let him crouch in the hole to pull the boar out. Once he gets up with the board on his shoulders, he looks at me and inspects me with his gaze from head to toe. - It would be good is you made yourself somewhat presentable, the age coming ceremony is quite an event. - Suddenly, I remember that I am bare-chested and full of mud. Shame strikes me down, and I start dressing properly as fast as I can. My burned shoulders and neck ache against the leather, but the pain is better than the shame.

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

The Shark. I was raised differently from my siblings . My father raised me to be a ruthless killing machine while Olivia tried to raise me as a kid. But father was ruthless. All the beatings I endured training to be the best leader, all the childhood that was stripped from me. At ten I was going to drug transactions and I was already being groomed to become The Heir. I never wanted to disappoint my father. So I locked my own feelings away. I know dad showed me, love, in his own twisted way he did, but I am not Mike or Mel. They are the lovable children while I was broken for the loss of my mother and he used that to make me a killing machine.

I nodded in agreement as I carefully dismounted from the horse. I felt a slight ache in my leg from the long ride. "I appreciate you, Calder. Let's just lay low." He replied, "Aye. Isn't that why you are disguised as an herbalist and not a princess?" I covered my face with the hood I was wearing. I was dressed in thick traveling clothes and a plain cloak that could absorb dust, unlike my usual flowing gowns.

It had terrible timing. Mrs. Pike clutched her moonstone charm so tightly the chain had cut into her skin. The Thorncroft guard near the wall pressed a hand to his bleeding mouth and stared at me like I had become the monster. The humans looked confused, terrified, half-drunk, and fully ready to pretend none of this was happening. But the wolves? The wolves knew something. Not everything. Maybe not even most of it. But enough. Enough that the word heir had not landed like nonsense.

He reaches out and lightly ruffles the top of my head, which now ruins my ponytail before taking off in a run. “Hey! Come back here, you cheater. I wasn’t ready!” Some strands of my hair are already falling over my eyes, that I have to brush them back since I didn’t have the time to be fixing them. I take off in a run to chase after Atticus, “You, jerk. What’s my nickname!?”