The Atticus Institute Real Story Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” “I know you and I know your inner Betty Cooper is deafened by the alarm bells that this place gives off. Don’t bother lying or try to suppress it. You and I both know that there’s something… off about this place… about our distant aunt and uncle,” Atticus insinuates. I hide my truth behind a stoic expression. “I don’t know what you mean?” Attius interrogates me with a probing look. A sly smile crawls on his face. He saunters over and seats himself beside Joshua, the mattress dips beneath him.

He crushed the fragile flower under his boot. "Very soon I will have you on my bed, Adara," Atticus murmured to himself. He was certain, this girl would taste as good as she looked. He couldn't wait to violate her. Thankfully, nothing untoward happened for the rest of the day. Sabrina kept to her work and avoided drawing attention to herself. She also hoped Atticus would forget about her. She didn't want to see that disgusting man again.

I gritted my teeth and then released my face roughly making it swing to the side from the force. “I didn’t even need to meet you for my hatred to show and Atticus noticed because he could always read me so well. He promised that nothing would ever happen between the both of you and he would still have eyes for me only but you ruined that as well. You are so fucking greedy. You took my position and still wanted to take him from me” She spat “I don’t think you have that story you have there that is quite accurate honey. Did you suddenly forget that he was fucking other girls?” I asked and she screamed I jumped back in shock.

Then he flips it over and says, "1910, wow. Where'd you get such an old picture of the house?" Trying to stay calm, my eyes jerk over to Brad, but he's already looking at me. We both know where it came from. Atticus. He's still here. *The End* Acknowledgements: To my betas: Paige Weaver, Sarah Phelps, Beth Rustenhaven, Stephenie Thomas, Laura Wilson, Vanessa Proehl, Tami Fairley, Chelcie Dacon and Tashia Brandenburg. Thank you for your honesty, your patience and your time. Your opinions were like gold and I am so grateful for each and every one of you.

This story is dark. Atticus Kinciad suffered abuse all his life. Please remember this story is strictly fictional. No one was harmed and I created all these characters using my imagination. Please read The Omega's Stand to understand Atticus's story. 7yrs old. I sniffle quietly as I try to shift my body around into a more comfortable position. I wish I had something soft to push under my aching bottom, but I don't. I could take off my tattered shirt, but then the silver would have access to more of my raw skin.

Chloe says, and my stomach twists painfully as I picture what she must have lived through. "Well, I definitely want to help then. It sounds like these two have been through enough bad. They need some good in their life," I reply, and Chloe beams. "You said it, sister," Chloe replies. The End. Coming Soon. THE MAKING OF A KING Atticus's story will start out in the past, and it will be very dark. It will describe in detail what happens as he grows up under his father's rule. It will talk about abuse. Both physical and mental. If these topics offend you, please do not read Atticus's story. He comes from a terrible background and it is apart of his character.

Holt took the initiative to start a conversation. "So," he cleared his throat, "Cynthia is interested in attending school," Mr. Holt announced, prompting Atticus to direct his gaze my way. "Here we go again," Maleeka remarked, rolling her eyes in my direction. "Why? You see, everyone at school knows she married my brother-in-law," Atticus countered. "They'll tease her and make fun of me," he wasn't entirely wrong. Given that everyone was aware of my relationship with Atticus and his subsequent rejection of me, there was a good chance that the topic of me choosing his brother-in-law as my second mate would become a subject of discussion.

he said, referring to Atticus. Lee’s brows furrowed. “Who?” “My wife,” Phoenix admitted with a heavy sigh. He looked at Lee, who was staring at him with his mouth slightly open. “My wife, Atticus. She’s back.” *** Atticus’s POV Atticus collapsed onto her bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The mattress creaked under her weight, threatening to give out. The three-hour commute from the city back to her small provincial home had drained her completely. Two job interviews today. Two rejections.

” Atticus finally pulled his eyes away from the building and looked at the person talking, someone he had never seen before. “Who are you?” Atticus raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Oh, I'm Vincent! I'm the one who retrieved that information. I've been working undercover for the past nine years. This is the place we've been looking for this whole time, and today, we found it,” Atticus looked at Lexon, and he nodded, confirming what Vincent said was true. “Can you guys help me get my people back?” Atticus asked as he walked past them toward his people.

“You just crushed that poor woman’s assumptions.” Atticus shrugged as he slid another token into the next game. “I like telling the truth.” Then he moved on, hopping toward the next blinking machine like nothing had happened. They kept playing — button mashing, laughing, tossing plastic balls into hoops. But I didn’t move. I just stood there. Frozen.