Heir Of Atticus Novels & Stories

"When I find that scheming bitch... I'm going to fucking kill her for what she did. For what I let her do to us." Atticus chuckles darkly, leaning back against the couch. He flashes Silas a grin that's wolfish, his arm tightening around me like a victory claim. "You can't find her because I've already beaten you to it. She's currently sitting at the bottom of the ocean for what she did to my doll." Pride is laced through his words. Atticus killed her for me, without hesitation, without question. Silas meets his brother's eyes and they are filled with gratitude. He gives him a single nod, solemn and slow.

She winces a bit but hikes the bag over her shoulder. She says goodnight, but my mind is reeling over what she said before. Atticus died young… But he couldn’t have. I saw him. He was there, in the caves, and his resemblance to Petra was uncanny. I let my mind rake over everything that happened while I eat from a plate piled high with meat and potatoes, all while a pudgy, kind-faced inn keeper watches me take each bite, nodding her approval at my appetite. I don’t taste the food. The tea the innkeeper sets in front of me, stirring in copious amounts of sugar and thick cream, tastes like stale water to me.

“That company has been our family’s pride for decades. If Diego takes over… he’ll destroy everything. He doesn’t have the heart for it. You do, even if you don’t see it. Castillo Pharmaceuticals belongs to you.” I swallowed hard. “Why should I keep fighting for a father who doesn’t even fight for me?” “Because I do,” she said softly. “Because I believe in you.” That hit me harder than I wanted to admit. I loved her. God, I loved her more than anything. With all the coldness and harshness of my father, she was the light I always leaned towards. I sighed, rubbing my face. “You’re really not gonna let me sit this one out, huh?”

"My mother had only one child, and that is me! I should be the one crowned King! I am the rightful heir, but it was you that Dad favored! You bastard son of a bitch, you chose him over me, his legitimate son! Why?" I recognized the voice instantly. Uncle Atticus? I hid, stretching my neck to see through a crack in the wall. My father was on the ground, bleeding. His mouth was full of blood. Atticus was pointing a gun at his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted in a mask of pure hate. "Dad!" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Atticus!!!" My mother’s voice rang out. She marched into the light, glaring at him with defiance.

Doctor Hale grinned, looking smugly at Ethan. Frowning at Mr. Hester, Lawyer Frick scowled as he asked, "Did you say, Ethan Rider... the bastard of the Riders, who has caused such a scandal with the Simone and Walkers, kidnapping Nina Simone, the fiance to Charles Walker... that's the Ethan you want me to represent?" Just from his pissed expression, Mr. Hester knew that this was going to be his tenth rejection in a day, but he wanted to be optimistic for Ethan and Nina's sake, so he replied, "Yes. Look, we have the money to pay you-"

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

“He’s quite good. He’s left an injury within your father’s body. “It’s not harsh, but it clashes with my practice. I can’t undo it. You can ask your other senior. He will be able to heal your father.” “Really?!” Lincoln was overjoyed. “I’ll contact him right now.” “I shall be leaving then. I’m going to kill my target for this trip to Clouspring.” “Do you need help from the Allens, Atticus?” “No!” Atticus held himself with pride as he said, “After I kill this person, your senior will come and heal your father.

the heavy smell of sweat and metal wafted through the air. That’s when she saw him. Atticus Finch, half-unzipped jersey, tape wrapped around his wrists, stood near the locker room entrance. His hair was damp, his eyes sharp, his expression unreadable as if always calculating, always judging. He looked like a man who never needed anyone. Sheila felt her skin prick. She stopped, making herself breathe the way it should. She did not want to be seen as nervous. She didn’t want to indicate that he impacted her. He looked up, as if feeling her gaze. Their eyes met. Not in a romantic way. Not in a “fate” kind of way. In a way like being stared down by a predator. Atticus's lips curled into a small