Needle Nook Atlanta Novels & Stories

The innkeeper looked up as Noelle approached. “Morning. Sleep alright?” “Yeah. Thanks,” Noelle said. Mrs. Ellis gave a short nod. “Heading out?” “I need a job,” Noelle replied, adjusting the purse strap. “Can’t stay long without one.” Mrs. Ellis set down her rag. “Try the restaurant down the street. Always busy. Or the bookstore near the square—quiet, good people.” “That helps,” Noelle said. “Thanks.” “Start with breakfast,” Mrs. Ellis said, nodding toward the door. “Bakery next door does real food.”

“Alright, I gotta go pick up my son. My daughter hit her ‘I’m too cute to be seen with my little brother’ phase, and my husband’s out of town. Y’all be safe and don’t stay here all night.” “Bye Susan! Drive safe.” Once she’s gone, Knox and I get down to it. “So,” he says, “Lockport?” “Yeah, I pulled it up on G****e Earth. It’s a bank branch with tons of cameras. Plus, across the street there’s a gas station, and across from that, a strip mall. More than enough coverage. That one’s a go.” “Next?” “Addison. Near North Avenue. That ATM might’ve been the withdrawal point. There’s a Goodwill, Burger King, Starbucks, gas station, small restaurants. All with cameras. I think they funneled the money

He turned from the window. "Your life," he said. Almost laughed. The same short broken sound from the parking garage with the yellow tulips. Not quite a laugh and not quite the other thing. "What life were you planning to go back to, Jenny. The secretary desk they pulled out and replaced with a glass office. The neighborhood where my father has a man who knows the bus stop. The name Knowles, which is now in every piece of Ashworth coverage and which half of Atlanta knows belongs to the woman on the magazine cover with the husband and the ring and the baby." He picked up the glass. Drank the rest. Set it on the counter with the careful precision of a man managing himself.

"So, I think that is a sign that we should call it a day." "I still have work to do," I muttered. I feared where my mind would go if I did not occupy it with something. "Work will still be here in the morning," Atlas insisted, "and you promised you're buying the drinks tonight. Some alcohol will do you good, friend." Atlas dragged me to a quiet and high end bar near the edge of the upper city. It was on the highest floor of Needle Tower, modelled after an ancient human structure in a ruined city called Seattle.

It took almost 2 months for me to recover from that shock and pain. I check the time, it is almost 9 and if I don't make it to Amber's place on time, she will get worried. It is only 30 minutes drive to Merced. So, I turn on the music and turn around the driveway.

A grumble came from inside. "Nico?" A sleepy voice called from within. "Is that you?" Nico. I knew that name. Nico didn't live in squalor on the edge of the woods. Nico was one of Nate's closest friends, he lived in the luxury of White Castle. The door swung open, the rogue stuck her bleary face through a crack. "Hi," I grinned forcing the door open and pushing my way in. Shelves lined every wall. Bottles of herbs and oils were piled on top of each other. Dusty books lay in piles in corners and covered counters. A small black cauldron sat on the stove.

he muttered under his breath. Kathrine shrugged. “Why should I care what he thinks?” Henry blinked at her, then returned to scrolling through his phone. I couldn’t help but grin. This girl was turning out to be a lot more interesting than I’d anticipated. She stopped toying with her glass and locked her big brown eyes on me. “What about you, Noah? What do you do?” “Henry and I run a health and nutrition company,” I replied easily. “NH Wellness. Ever heard of it?”

"He's been investigating your family for months. He's…" "Skeptical of me, I know." Adrian's smile was grim. "Can you blame him? Your family is more like the center of everything." "No. I'd be suspicious too. That’s why it needs to get that cleared." Adrian sat up. Arabella pulled out her phone and sent a text to Nathan: We need to meet this morning if possible, all three of us. Adrian knows everything now. The response came within seconds: Café Nero, 9 AM. Café Nero was in Brooklyn, deliberately off their usual paths. Nathan was already there when they arrived, sitting in the back corner with a clear view of the entrance. He watched them approach with the calculating gaze of someone who made

He turned and walked toward the door, ignoring the shocked gasps and murmurs from the other attendees. “Alpha Noah!” the businessman called after him. “Where are you going?! Alpha Noah!” But Noah didn’t stop, didn’t look back, didn’t falter. To hell with business meetings. Hannah needed him. … Hannah’s POV The nurse explained the procedure, just as the doctor had two weeks ago. “We’ll use this long needle…” My eyes landed on the instruments laid out on a nearby tray. The long, thin needle glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights, just as menacing as I had expected.

He even exuded a hint of ruthlessness toward his daughter. That must be why he could personally send his daughter to a psychiatric hospital. His hand hung mid-air as Atlas showed no intention of shaking hands with him. Ultimately, he had no choice but to retract his hand awkwardly. He looked at Atlas and said in a low voice, "My daughter is young and knows nothing. She’s just spouting nonsense because of her admiration for you.” Gabriel hurriedly added, "Mr. Atlas, please forgive us. Hazel was just joking.” Atlas didn't even look at Gabriel and continued questioning Byron, "Mr. Byron, as far as I know, Sautoir Fine Jewelry under ATL Empire has not cooperated with anyone in Torado. Currently,