Atla Atla Novels & Stories

Atlas stepped forward, his hand raised in welcome. All the newcomers turned back to look at him. "Hello, I'm Atlas. Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?" he said with a blinding smile.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

“Don’t worry, I promise. I can stay here and-“ I froze as I looked up to see Atlas standing right in front of me as unreal as ever. As usual, he took my breath away with his presence. His emerald eyes stared at me like I didn’t have a right to be shocked and I stood tongue-tied like I was looking at a ghost. What was he even doing here? Is he real? I narrowed my eyes at my friends and with how they stood with their mouths agape, I knew he was definitely real. “Hello, Alana.” He said ever so casually as he inked his head towards the seat next to mine. “Is this seat taken?” “I-Uh-“ I was going to say yes that the seat was taken but might I remind you that I was struggling with words at this po

Monday. Today was Athalia’s first day as Luke's Secretary. It was only six in the morning but he couldn't help but feel excited. This is it! This is the day Luke has been waiting for. Athalia is here from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon. What she will do is monitor plants such as hemp that are often used in making garments or clothes.

We shall retrieve my master, the 'key'. Soon in their victory, he shall be with his master and he shall serve him, the Key, who is Atlas, the grandson of Travan. Eleejah is witnessing the same scene as Zivlander through the windows of the escape ship, Oberon, as it flew stealthily above Atlantis, bound for escape. Anya and her servants were all busy around her trying to manipulate the unfamiliar consoles of the unfamiliar spaceship. They had never flown a spaceship before. They are trained to tame winglies and they were use to magic technology, not pure technology, but somehow the ship has a mind of its own.

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,

The dorm room was dark, save for the cheap lamp on Ezra's desk. The radiator hummed softly, echoing through the silence of the night. Ezra laid on his bed, curled up beneath his thick blanket, phone in hand, staring at the chatbox on his screen. _Ken_D☆ll: “So, how about we meet tomorrow at Punt Park? Sounds good?”

Atlas molded her as well. "Ah, you don't seem to know the position very well, do you? And neither do you? I don't know about you, Deline. But you seem to be dealing with the wrong person. She's Selena Gallent." "No! She's Selena Raguano!" Yohan chuckled softly. For some reason he was amused at how desperately Deline was clinging to her beliefs and making people want to believe in her too. "Gallent...?" Atlas snorted, starting to realize what he did just now.