Heir Of Atticus Grooming นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter Eleven Fenis POV As we walked into the kitchen, I saw my mother sitting at the table, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she had shed. She had a significant red mark on her cheek courtesy of my father and his never-ending savagery. On the other hand, Atticus was perched on her lap, his chubby hands holding half a scone each. Dripping with butter and strawberry jam, he took turns raising them to his mouth and licking the tops. The jam smeared across his mouth and nose in a sticky mess. He was oblivious to the sadness around him.

She's my only daughter and I'll do anything to keep her happy. Slowly, I pull my legs out of the heels. My pride snapping into pieces. My eyes darted around to see if there's any hidden camera. I have acted just as tough in front of the camera. Untameable. If a video of this scene were to get out, it would be too disgraceful. I might get crushed even. I wear the provided slip-ons and cock my head to the side, "anything else before I feed that damned mouth of yours to the dog?"

I pointed to the meat I was preparing on the counter “And, well, Noah went to the forest again after dinner, didn’t he? I thought he’d want something to regain his energy before bed, and this is his favorite…” "You really took Atticus's joke about you having to take care of him seriously, didn't you?" he stared at me, looking thoughtful. “I don’t think someone like me, who can’t even transform into a wolf, could protect the pack’s best warrior.” I laughed awkwardly “But, if he likes my food, it’s the least I can do. And, well… He seems a little stronger lately, don’t you think?” I asked hopefully “I mean, I know his eyes haven’t healed yet, but his body…”

"You could knock on the door first." "Oops!" Fathia seemed to forget that knocking on the door was something she should have done. "After coming back from college, I saw the shirt, skirt, shoes, not to mention—" "Stop! There's no need to continue!" Sebastian glared at the young girl with annoyance, rubbing his face out of frustration. "Next time, don't be like that. Got it?" "Okay, dear Uncle Sebastian." Fathia fixed her backpack. The corners of her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at Clara—the beautiful woman whom she was convinced was a descendant of the nine-tailed fox—blushing intensely because of her antics.

I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly interjected before I could say a word. “You have to show how badly you want it, mama.” He snickered, slowly running his eyes over me and I could literally feel my skin crawl in disgust. “Get on your knees.” “What?” I asked, my face scrunched up in confusion. “You want to be a part of the elite pack right?” Otis asked, His eyes, roaming all over my body made me feel like I was being eye-fucked, and at that moment I began to regret wearing such a form-fitting dress.

She was not well acquitted' with her. The dogs were allowed to go where they wanted and they entered the house and went straight up the stairs and kept hitting the attic door. It had not occured to them to check the attic because they felt that no one would go there. Sharon'S heart started pounding with anticipation. She was sure she was about to see her daughter. She imagined how she was going to hug her and give her anything she requested.

Hester motioned his hand toward the others and said, “Wake up Gage, Ace, and Dax, so you guys can get checked at Nancy's clinic. Then come back once you guys are done.” After giving a curt nod, Drak leaped toward his men, keeping the bottom of their boots until they woke out of unconsciousness, groaning in pain. Silently, Ethan watched Drak and his men hopped their way out of the shop, and then he looked back at Mr. Hester and said, “Now that that is settled, can we talk about a suit for me?” A laugh escaped the old man's lips at the seriousness of Ethan's request, causing him to shake his head as he answered, “Sure. I believe that I have your size in an already-made black suit.”

Sutton always says. Now it's finally Sunday. I dress Finn first. He twirls in his new outfit, his smile so big it looks like it might break him open with joy. I do my hair twice, then take it down, then redo it. My stomach is a small storm of nerves and excitement. And connection.

he’d say, his tone sharp and cutting, as if the command alone would erase the life growing within me. I would nod, murmuring something inaudible, and he’d watch me like a hawk as I picked them up. It was a routine now—his gaze burning into me as I swallowed water from a glass, my hand shaking just enough to look convincing. He never stayed long enough to see what happened next.

AMELIA [ONE MONTH LATER] I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a long, black silk gown that was glued to my body, a heavy silk. My eyes, usually bright with a spark of… something, were hollowed, dark and etched with a grief that seemed to have permanently settled in me. I plastered a fake smile on my face, gazing intently at my appearance. My parents had said that they would be there for Xander's burial. The text from my father a few days back confirmed it.