Love Her Wild Atticus Novels & Stories

Keith immediately wrapped her hands in his and tucked them into his coat pocket, muttering, "Why are you dressed so little?" She was wrapped in designer labels, smiling brightly. Standing next to each other, they looked perfect together. Unlike me. I looked worn down and exhausted, with fine lines already etched at the corners of my eyes. I felt like my heart had cracked open in the freezing wind. He used to warm my hands like that, too, mumbling that I wasn't taking care of myself. I remembered someone asking him in that post if he had ever loved his girlfriend. He replied, [I did. Anyone would love someone they've spent eight years with.]

She is always so sweet with me and took my order. I ordered the same. My favorite lemon ice tea with mixed sauce pasta and two slices of onion pizza. She went away with my order. I was staring out of my window when someone came and stood in front of me. I looked up and freaked out it was the worst person I have met in my entire life, my *EX* Tom. I felt disgusting in his presence. But I managed not to show it on my face. He smiled still like PSYCOPATH. How could someone's smile make you throw up in their face? I thought while looking at him.

You’re one hell of a crazy girl. “I’m going to sign this now.” I motioned to his book, or to my book that he bought, in front of me. If I could only slap my face now, I would’ve done it numerous times, by now. I heard him chuckle and I can’t help but bite my lower lip. God! I am such a laughing stock in front of him now. How would he even look at me the same way now? “I am irrevocably in love with your daughter, sir. I will do whatever it takes to make her stay with me. Forever.”

They waited for both their souls to return as they felt they have left, and they shared a pure joy that binds them invisibly. "You can't go back on your words." Nina reminded Boaz. "And you can't either," he argued defensively. Too scared of her changing her mind. But then he saw she was happy with him as he was with her. "I never thought I would ever have the luxury to enjoy such pleasure in life," Nina confessed. "Why so?" Boaz asked as he wrapped her in his warm embrace. He was going to say what she just said. "I always thought I can never handle myself and be wild, disgustingly wild, but I realized you are wilder than me," she chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest where her hands w

The pages were filled with messy thoughts, half-written sentences, and words she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud. She stared at one sentence she had written earlier: Loving him feels like standing in the middle of a storm and hoping the lightning never strikes you. She traced the words with her finger slowly. Her mind drifted back to the way he had looked at her in the park—raw, scared, and sincere. That version of Atticus was unfamiliar… but it felt more real than the cold, untouchable man everyone else saw. Her phone buzzed again. A message this time. Atticus: Did you eat?

“I couldn’t let that happen, dove. I loved her and she didn’t trust me enough. She didn’t understand. No one does, except you. What it feels like to be truly…isolated from life while being a part of it.” His words bring me back to my childhood and at my hesitation, Atticus grins, leaning forward to touch me. “It is why I am considering forgiving you. I cherish you, our love too much to kill you.” I scramble out of reach, pointing my dagger at him. “You’re crazy. I don’t love you. I never will.”

"What are you laughing at? She asked and sniffed. You are all the same, aren't you? Just like Mr. Loveless. "Mr. Loveless?" Chang asked curiously. "The man who hates everything related to love, or maybe he just hates me. Nobody loves me" she says and started crying again. "No no, don't cry, it's not true, they are all jerks who are blind." Chang tried to comfort her. "Stop lying I know you just saying that," she said and sniffed. "No, no I swear, you are very pretty he carefully raised her chin to face him and straighten up her hair.

Clarence stopped a few feet from Atticus, ready for any sudden move. Atticus slowly lowered his head. His eyes, usually cold and planning, now shimmered with something softer, almost amused. He turned to face Clarence with a slow, deliberate smile. It was not his usual angry scowl or a look of disgust. This unsettling smile was private, hinting at a secret joy that made Clarence’s stomach tighten with unease. He had expected anger, a growl, or even a challenge to fight. This calm happiness was far stranger and more frightening. "Neither, Clarence," Atticus replied calmly, almost as if they were just having a friendly chat. "It’s simply that the woman I love is doing very well outside. That's

Attiucus kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. “Mhh. Ohh, God. Atticus, I love you too.” I moaned when he let go of my mouth. “If you are in heaven, make sure to say hi to the goddess for me.” Said the cocky bastard. With my arms coiled around his neck and my legs around his waist, I felt like a ragged doll. He wasn't soft with me this time. I could feel his emotions with each thrust of his hard cock, “Don’t hold back for me, Atticus, I can take it. I’m your doll but not a porcelain doll.”

"Aris, can definitely be strong willed. Especially when it comes to someone she's attracted to." I teased him. "She doesn't like people often, usually she judges before she gets to know them which means she must really like you." "How do I make her not like me?" He questioned, sighing. Atticus placed cups of tea in front of us, I thanked him with a smile as he took his own seat around the white iron outdoor chairs. "Oh, come on boy, that young fawn is beautiful, wouldn't you want a beautiful girl like her?"