Heir Of Atticus Grooming Novels & Stories

he said before leaving. “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, do you understand me?!” Atticus asked as he held Cleo by her hair as she silently cried, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!” He yelled as she yelped in fear, “Yes sir, I u-understand,” she stuttered as he let go of her hair before pointing at the bowl of soup, “Now go deliver that soup, the Alpha is waiting,” he said with a calm tone as she nodded before taking the soup.

She made a show of climbing toward the window, sending everyone scrambling to restrain her. Watching the chaos unfold, Cole clenched his jaw. His voice went cold. "Cut her face. Avery doesn't get her wound treated until every one of Liv's bruises has healed." A staff member dared to protest, warning of consequences. Cole's laugh was brittle. "So what if the Monroe family objects? I'm the Harrington heir. You think Grandpa would punish me for an outsider?" When no one moved to obey, he seized the knife himself. He gripped my chin but couldn't meet my eyes. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't hurt Liv first."

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

Chapter 68 Hunter's POV I left Daisy at her Dad's place after talking to him for a while so that they could talk more. He was surprised we used his hair for the DNA testing instead of just asking him for his blood but I told him I didn't want to get his hopes up. Daisy said she would head to Keesha's place after leaving there so I told her I would send the driver down to her but Mr. Heart said his driver would do it. It made me happy to see how proud he was of who Daisy had grown into.

His eyes — wide, dark, and steady — locked with mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. There was a pulse between us, heavy and confusing and charged. I could smell the faint scent of soap and cheap coffee on his skin. My throat went dry. Then I realised how close we were and let go quickly, shoving him back. “Don’t test me,” I growled. Mateo straightened his shirt and muttered, “Perfect. I’ve been meaning to add taming wild animals to my resume.” I blinked. “Did you just call me a wild animal?”

How? Shaking my head, I pull on a black tank top and black leather pants. I’ve combed my hair and put on a bit of eyeliner to disguise my puffy eyes, and I’m slipping on my boots when Atticus steps out of the bathroom. No longer sporting a hard-on, he’s washed his face and strands of his hair flop over his forehead. He looks down at me, “There wasn’t a towel in there, mind if I use this one?” he picks up the one I had discarded earlier.

We had an agreement and I’m yet to see him fulfil the end of his bargain. Atticus' lips twisted into a cruel smirk, his gaze drifting lazily down my body, taking in the sight of the maid’s uniform that clung to me in all the wrong ways. I shivered under his gaze. "You look better in those clothes, Hera," he drawled, voice dripping with condescension. "Better suited to a mop than a crown." His words stung, even though I had expected them. Still, I clenched my fists at my sides, refusing to flinch under his scrutiny.

“You too Jax, you are already part of this pack and they need to know who you are.” Wait. Did I heard right? Did Alpha Atticus say that the beautiful blonde is now part of our pack? Had I known that this was a formal meeting I would have considered changing clothes before coming here. I have my hair wrapped in a bun and I’m wearing ragged T-shit with a faded design of the Disney logo, so childish. I definetely did not looked presentable. I climbed the steps to the office with my head bowed. Regretting how awful I looked.

Although he was poor, she thought she would have a great future with him. About Emily, she was a beautiful girl with great curves at the right spots. As she was poor & couldn’t wear expensive clothes or style her hair or any makeup, her beauty would not be recognized easily. She often stood in front of the mirror after bath & praised her beauty by herself. After seeing her father’s struggle to buy her even small things, she had decided that she would earn a lot of money in future. Her father even didn’t have a car. She had always dreamt of a big house in a posh area & luxurious BMW car.