Heir Of Atticus Novels & Stories

He decided that He will go to the accounts department to pay the fees & run back before 2nd class starts. “Hey loser, where are you running away?” A voice came from behind. Michael looked towards that direction. It was Andria Nilson, one of the rich & arrogant girls of the class.She was very beautiful with a good figure & long slender legs. Her face was so cute that one can’t get angry on her even if they want. She was a perfect combination of cuteness & boldness. But as a Rich Dad’s daughter, she had that egoistic nature. “He must be leaving the class. We all know that he can’t afford the fees.” one student said.

He had never felt the pressure to lead, and to lead well, so keenly as he did in that moment. “The Warrior Wolf, Maveln Cole… and his daughter, Lily.” Atticus swallowed hard. Even saying her name made his chest ache with longing. He hadn’t failed her. Not yet. A confused murmur rose from the crowd. Atticus blocked it out, blocked them all out. He could not let them see just how broken his poor, battered heart was. He looped a fresh length of rope around it, tightened it once, twice, three times, and then faced his pack anew.

He bared his teeth, eyes flashing with murderous intent. “This isn’t because of Evelyn. This is because of her no good, pathetic father.” He snarled, bucking against my hold. I pressed my arm against his throat harder, enraptured by the way his face began to fill with blood. “Her dead father, you mean. He was mauled by rogues. You’re trying to get revenge on a dead man.” My father laughed, cold and cruel, and I knew I’d been mistaken. “Please, Atticus Slater is not dead. He’s very much alive, and there’s one thing in this world he cherishes above all others. I’ll let you guess as to what that is.”

Helena asked in a controlled voice. My eyes found her other son who was standing stiffly, eyes were dark for a moment before it was back to being unreadable. "Dismiss your thoughts, mom. I'm just accompanying the lady." Atticus replied to his mother. He removed his arms away from my waist but before that, he squeezed it a bit. Perv!

A shiver runs down my spine. “Yes, I did. She is happy about the birth of her niece and nephew.” I watch him and I click my tongue before nodding my head at him. Something is off with him. “I can’t speak to his beast. He is blocking me.” Atticus says and I watch him as he moves to help unpack. “Something is wrong. That isn’t our Fen.” I tell him and he agrees.

Atticus tried to release me and make me look at him but I refused to budge so he ended up talking to me with my head still tucked into his chest. “You are not pathetic. You went through such a horrible experience because of me and you survived. You are human Hazel, you can be scared” He whispered in my ears “I won’t ever be able to apologize enough for being the cause of what happened. I would have killed myself if anything had happened to you or our babies” He placed his hands on my now swollen belly “Don’t say that, please. It isn’t your fault” Atticus had not stopped blaming himself for what happened and no matter how much I tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault he wouldn’t believe me.

Two years later, I was invited to speak at the International Healers Association. I returned to the continent with my children. I was now the White Wolf Healer, famous across the Forgotten Lands. Accompanying me was my new mate, Alpha Jaxon. He was the leader of a Northern pack I had saved during a campaign. He was powerful, gentle, and fiercely loyal. We fell in love amidst the gunfire, and he treated my twins as his own blood. At the airport exit, I unexpectedly saw Kaelen. He was holding the hand of a little boy named Anas, standing in the crowd.

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

“What do you want now? Get out of here. I don’t want you here.” Her heart clenched painfully at his words. What’s going on? Why does he hate me so much? “Uh, Mr. Everette…” she swallowed, trying to calm her racing heart. “I’m here to apply for the secretary position.” He laughed bitterly, stepping closer. “You want to work for me? After everything?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Are you playing games with me, Atticus?” Confused and shocked, Atticus’s nerves turned to frustration. “What are you talking about? And how do you know my name? Did you read my résumé?”