Heir Of Atticus Novels & Stories

She would've been an amazing Luna if she would have excepted it. Every week Atticus comes home to mark off on the map in his office where he has been and marks where is going next. Always he comes back with the same look on his face proving what we have already come to realize. She doesn't want to be found and until she does we won't see her. I hate it nearly as much as Atticus. She became my best friend. I loved her as my sister and still to this day I don't understand why she didn't at least leave something to inform us that she was safe. I do wish she would come home but I have this feeling in my gut that she won't and not any time soon.

“Can you see there is a problem?, she asked. “A baby is growing inside of you. And not just any child. This is a child conceived contrary to the royal rites and don't you of all people know what this means, Lyriana?” “Of course,” I said quietly. “I understand ma.” “I don't think you do.” She snapped. “If this information gets out, that you, a royal heiress, gave herself cheaply to a man she doesn't even know gets out, Calista will crumble. You represent the legacy. And now the legacy is at risk.” Silence. “Who is he?” she inquired. “I need his identity. What is his name?” “I don’t even know his name, Mother” I said with a confused tone, ashamed of myself.

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

I let myself lean into him, trusting this unseen side of him more than I ever trusted the arrogant facade. Fallen leaves crunch underfoot mingled with the sounds of our footsteps on the soft ground and the steady rhythm of our matched breathing. Then slowly, Atticus begins to open up. "When I was born, my father was already an older man. Almost sixty. He had tried for years to have a child. Two wives and a dozen procedures and finally he had me. A son. His only son." He smiles wanly. I can almost feel the weight of the Preston family name upon his shoulders. I am the last Adare, and my family name will likely die with me.

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

And yet, Crane stood there—impeccable in his navy suit, a glass of scotch in hand, and that serpent’s smile painted on his face. “Julian,” he purred. “Did you miss me?” Julian stood slowly. “You’re supposed to be in federal custody.” “Oh, but you know me,” Crane chuckled. “I always find a crack in the system. And what better way to return… than to watch my favorite heir squirm?” The door slammed shut behind him. And locked.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

“Oh—let me guess. Your son?” “You devil!” his aunt screamed. “If you don’t tell me where my son is, I’ll call the police!” Arden stepped forward. “Go ahead,” he said calmly. “And watch how one phone call makes the police bow.” Curtis laughed softly, shaking his head. “You really think you’re untouchable just because you have the Black family behind you?” He stepped closer. “You don’t know what I’m capable of, Arden. If you don’t tell me—”

the screen. The camera zoomed in on Lucian as the boy clung to Seraphina’s hand, looking both curious and nervous beneath the glaring lights. Marrow’s expression darkened with fascination. “He has Lysander’s eyes.” Another executive shifted uneasily. “What would you like us to do?” Marrow did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the boy. “Prepare a statement,” he finally said. “Congratulate Mr. Virell on his newfound fatherhood.” The executive looked surprised. “You want to appear supportive?” Marrow smiled slowly. “Publicly.” Back at Virell headquarters the press conference finally began to wind down as Adrian signaled that only two questions remained. A middle aged journalis