Atla Novels & Stories

She was almost my height, just an inch shorter and every time she looked at me I internally cringed. I entered the class to find Alina already in her seat. Her new partner was none other than Brady Hampshire. There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I hated that fact. Since he returned to school after his little battle with the bees, he's made it his duty to make my life hell. Well, at least he attempted to make it such.

Kenzy is a first-year student studying Law in RSU While Trisha is waiting to re-write JAMB just like cause, because she didn't get up to her course cut off point. The three friends are not just classic but beautiful, although most persons say Alexandra is the most beautiful in the three friends, most think Trisha is prettier. Alexandra is a dark-skinned girl, tall for her age, slim, with this killer Ass, curvy, she just got the figure. Trisha is fair-skinned, she got the height, has the sexiest body, most think she is pretty. Kenzy is fair-skinned, very beautiful, she isn't really curvy, in conclusion, she doesn't really have a sexy body. During there secondary school days they were known as

At first I was just watching. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="03b34ae8-9022-40fa-9f53-0220221df68d" data-testid="conversation-turn-428" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Atlas moved like a storm in the cage. Fast. Violent.

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."

"The Lagrangian bridge didn't just collapse; it left a gravitational scar. A 'Forbidden' trail that leads straight to the Atuabo basin." The Atuabo Anomaly As if on cue, the silence of the library was shattered by the rhythmic, urgent chirping of Elena’s tablet. It wasn't a standard alert. It was a priority-one seismic notification from the Ghana National Gas Company. "The fault line," Elena whispered, her face going pale as she brought up the telemetry. "The Atuabo basin isn't just fracturing. It’s... it’s breathing."

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,"

For over 260 years, Aliya has lived with one purpose: revenge. After watching her parents and baby brother murdered by a rival vampire clan, she was forced to take her father’s place as leader. The loss hardened her into a ruthless, feared vampire who sees humans as nothing more than prey. But everything changes when she meets Eric, a mysterious young man who unexpectedly calls her beautiful and defends her from a group of bullies. For the first time in centuries, Aliya feels something other than anger. Obsessed with him, she enrolls at Central City High School, determined to make Eric fall in love with her, turn him into a vampire, and build the life she never had. However, Aliya soon

Malachi and Levi drove to the Council ranch in silence. Levi had spent two full days silencing the Mexican cartel in Anaheim, making sure there would be no blow back to Kai. The Council’s ranch, in Montana, was located on Bitterroot Lake. It was built on the river with groves of trees flanking the house. It had wide open spaces, and it was quiet. The Council held meetings there, and once or twice, they’d invited future Council Alphas to the ranch.

"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 dilatio

“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.