Atlantis Blonde Woman Novels & Stories

“Your turn.” “Okay,” I scanned the beach and my eyes zeroed in on a petite strawberry blonde woman. She had shapely legs and a pert nose. She possessed the kind of beauty that belonged on the screen of old movies. “See the strawberry blonde woman over there?” Just like Nikolai had done, I gently nudged my chin in her direction. “She looks like a well pampered house wife, married to a millionaire, who never has to work a single day in her life.”

Various makeup, hair, and nail items sit on it as if waiting for their owner to return, mimicking, I'm almost certain, Atlas' deepest of heart. As I continue to look, I catch a glimpse of who this mysterious woman is as my eyes come to rest on a large portrait of Atlas and a beauty with long blonde hair and sparkling golden eyes. Standing in front of them are Connor and Gregory, both at least three years old with wide, toothy grins on their faces. Honestly, even Atlas's face holds a grin as the woman presses herself against him with her hand resting effortlessly on his chest. "This was what you wanted me to see, right?" I ask, nodding toward the portrait. "And this is the reason you said you

Somewhere inside me, a wrenching pain was forcing me to growl but I held it back. A few steps away, Atlas froze and I saw how his expressions changed. His skin had turned pale. Eyes widened in shock as if he didn't expect it to happen. Of course, it was unexpected but there was something more. I gazed down at the woman and my pain worsened. She looked like someone I knew. Her big beautiful eyes were wide open and she wasn't blinking even once. Her gown was not ordinary at all. It was like a traditional one from royal families. She looked like she didn't eat for days. Her lips were bloodless. Her hands and legs were tied with a rope.

Athena's face was mixed with fear and anger as she look at the bald man and said: "What do you want from me? If you think you can get anything from me, you're completely wrong." "You're lucky we arrived in the nick of time; otherwise, you'd be sitting in the back of a police car now." The woman's professional voice from the front seat grabs her attention "Who are you?" Athena asked, her eyes meeting the woman's hooded gaze reflected in the rearview mirror. The woman has a sandy skin tone, and her long black hair is neatly tied.

I made my way to the second level of the yacht, where Callista and Eric were talking at separate tables. Callista was talking to a short, blond-haired older woman. Her paid tan was nearly orange, and her teeth were bleached ultra-white. The massive diamonds around her wrist and neck showcased her money and body. The bathing suit she had on must have been from Victoria's Secret. Her Louis Biutton Heels accentuated her near-perfect physique, which she proudly displayed. I saw Callista caress her forearm with a seductive smile. The same one she gives to me. Was this female someone she'd already been with before me?

I vowed, my voice filled with emotion. "I want the Marine DNA fusion, all of it! And the Vampire DNA too!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement and love as she gazed at Naki. She was finally home, surrounded by people who cared for her. Naki smiled warmly and led her to her quarters, where a cutting-edge Medical Wing awaited. Dr. Brooks' eyes widened in wonder as she took in the advanced equipment and sleek design. "I can't believe I'm living in Atlantis! This is incredible!" she breathed, her smile radiating joy and gratitude.

There was nothing angelic about the person who was speaking in front of me. My abductor was a tall, blonde woman with soft curls, dressed like a woman from the days of ballrooms and fancy dresses. Despite her large and beautiful eyes, you could see the blackness of her soul through them. It would have been understandable if she had been the siren that led so many sailors to their deaths at sea.

This woman truly is remarkable. She finishes her statement moving her chair back, the slightly muffled sounds from her shuffling around echoes through the mic, was the only noise to be heard. And that’s how Atlas Winters makes the world bow to her. This woman is a witch. Smiling, I nudge Jon beside me who’s gone completely silent, and his gaze settles on me, his mouth agape in shock. “Close your mouth and stop gapping at my woman.” I say glaring at him. “What was that?!”

Nameless wanted to send an order to take out the two once and for all, but he knew that there’d be war if he did that. The people he brought with him right now probably weren’t strong enough, either. No matter how resentful he was, he had no choice but to swallow his hate. “Dammit! Where did that country bumpkin come from? How dare he disrespect the Islanders like this!” The beautiful woman beside Blaine finally stood up. She looked to be in her twenties; she was supposed to be pure and innocent, but her heavy makeup and fishnet stockings gave her the impression of the queen of nightclubs.

A soft humming from the side caught my attention and when i looked, it was a girl with long white hair braided into one, she had her back to me and her feet were tucked into the water, and her hands by her sides. “Laila-” i called out softly and the humming stopped and the girl turned to me. She was nothing like the Laila i knew. She had white hair and bright blue eyes, just like her wolf, she also had a tattoo with white inkings around her neck, like a neck lace. She tilted her head to the side and a smile formed on her lips. “Atlas!” she beamed. She shot out of the water and then ran up to me jumping on me as her arms wrapped me in a hug. Her cheeriness caught me off guard but i held her c