Atla Atla Novels & Stories

"Miss Aubrey?" "Stop! Okay! I remember it.” Fiona was in a trance. She looked anxious with her trembling body. Her bead looked at Lafanya. "So, what should I do now?" ***

he trails off. "He is in the dark world" I finish for him. That's when I get a frantic message from our pack link. 'Your Highness' 'What is it' 'Miss Althea got a message from miss Amber, who is missing. She shared her location and asked Miss Althea to come and help her' 'What?' 'Where is Thea now' 'In her room with miss Melanie' 'Forward that text to your mobile and check for the source of the message. I need the location from where it came from'

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilation and the balance. "How's the brain, kid? You cleared?"

"ATLAS!!" "ATLAS LET GO!!!" "ATLAS LET GO FOR GOD SAKE...SHE HAS CANCER!"

Reana asked eagerly; she suspected that Azura misunderstood something about Conal. "Reana, do you know that an Omega has marked Conal and that he cannot live without that Omega." "Right. That person is not…" "It's Alata." Reana was about to continue speaking but was interrupted by Azura's words; she found it really difficult to say this; her heart felt like someone was squeezing it, aching in her chest.

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

“I can’t. Mr. Carter wouldn’t be too happy about this.” “Oh, fuck James Carter!” she spat suddenly, her voice sharp. “He doesn’t want me anyway. I want you, Atlan.” And then, with one slow motion, she unclasped her bra. It slid off, her breasts spilling free as she arched toward him, daring him. “Fuck,” Atlan muttered, jerking his head away, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Lila. Just… be safe.” His voice cracked, raw with strain.

Thaila said one again while Atlas was shocked much like myself. "Shine your eyes at me," Atlas said as he made me focus on him, his thumb on my cheeks while the rest of his fingers gently touched my neck. I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the yellow glow reflected in his eyes...

Dadi returned to her room. "What? " Nithya asked unbelievably. "I like you Nithya" Teena grinned "Are you " Nithya is stammering.. "What? " "Are you perhaps a lesbian? " Nithya asked, not looking at her face. "Nooo" Teena screamed. "I am straight, okay. I like you as a friend. Don't misunderstand me. I want to befriend you. " She extended the juice again. Virat snatched the juice from her and asked with his face, what's the new drama.

“…in the hospital.” Atlas tilted his head, his lips twitching. “Good comeback,” He admitted. “But, I promise I am here to help, in fact…” he gestured at the door and my heart fluttered as a blonde-haired woman wheeled Louia in. “I brought my favorite person.” Greta nudged me, a glass of water in her hands. “See? Good dad!” She cheered discretely and I shoved her, retorting. “Bad husband.” Atlas scratched the back of his neck. I scrunched up my nose why was he here? He was more than glad to shove me aside and yet he…