Atla Quotes Novels & Stories

“I would not only give you this drive, I would offer you myself. You own me from now henceforth.” Atlas burst into laughter at her words. This was definitely his first time meeting a lady intelligent and dumb at the same time. “Isn't that too much for just 5% shares?” Atlas asked, sounding seductive. “You can offer more,” she replied confidently. “Sure. I will contact you tonight,” he said, staring at her with a similar naughty look on his face. “If you would excuse me, I will be expecting a guest in two minutes.” Layla, who was already immersed in her own thoughts of how Atlas would be in bed, snapped out of her thoughts at Atlas's words.

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

she yelled. “Sorry, Alita Martinez, but I don’t know how I look at you… I don’t know how I am looking at you now. You are beautiful and anyone that doesn’t or didn’t see is a damned fool. I do see you and you are amazing, a wonder to behold… and I love sights, like I love to just stand by the window or on a hill and stare at the beauty in the world and I have seen many, many places and people, but none surpasses you. You are beautiful everywhere.”

I raised my glass to offer a toast. “I’m not good with words. And Goddess knows I don’t deserve a mate as beautiful and wonderful as you. But you make me want to be better, to do better. And I want you to know that even if you choose not to accept our bond, I will still never stop trying to be the man you deserve.” I chuckled humorlessly at myself, shaking my head. “Like I said, I’m not good with words, so I’ll use someone else’s . . . I lost my way all the way to you, and in you I found my way.” And with that, I clinked my glass to hers. “Atticus.” She whispered, referencing the source of my quote. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away.