Novel Atherton Novels & Stories

"Both of you are so sweet! Come on, I'll take you home." Very soon, they arrived at a quaint city near South Hearth. This city was named Autumnvale and it was where Athena resided. Outside Athena's house, there were tons of white roses planted. It looked extremely beautiful. Vincent's eyes lit up. "Miss, did you plant all these white roses? They're beautiful!" "I did. I absolutely love white roses," Athena replied with a smile. Vincent said in an innocent voice, "I once visited a place called Peacock Hall and met an old man there named Arion.

Later, as Sebastian drove her to the airport, he reminded her one last time, “Call if you need anything. And don’t forget about Evans. He mentioned needing you for some jobs.” Cassie nodded. Manhattan was behind her now, along with every memory she didn’t want to confront. Atherton held opportunity. A clean slate. Distance from Franklin, from regret, from the pieces of the life she’d tried to rebuild too soon. When the plane landed, Atherton’s air felt different, cooler, sharper, carrying the scent of possibility instead of the fog of memory. This time, she had more than funds.

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

Atherton's favor, she was arrogant to everyone. A sneer flickered in Noah's eyes. "Judging by your attire, your family must be quite ordinary, right? Since you're an ordinary person, you should do what ordinary people do. Don't try to reach for things that are beyond your grasp. It only leads to self-destruction. Do you really think Mr. Atherton likes you?"

Aiden’s eyes beamed with admiration, “Atta girl.” Gianna smiled, “What’s the next plan?” ******** The apartment was even more desolate than he thought it was. He ignored the lights, not bothering to turn it on and headed straight for his study where he grabbed another bottle of whiskey. A crevice of sleep didn’t touch his eye lids, they were as wide as ever when he poured himself another glass since he down the first one in a second.