Atlantis Rourke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

Atlene asks, shaking from all the anger and a little from the cold as well. Ruby stays silent for a while, just watching Atlene, until he turns to walk away again. Instead of stopping him like she did before, she follows him until he stops in his tracks ready to unleash terror on her, and she then stands behind him, and says, "My name is Ruby, and I am Atlas's mate." in a powerful but subtle voice. That revelation completely disarms and intrigues Atlene. "What do you mean by Atlas's mate?" Atlene asks incredulously.

As Eleanor looked around the house, she once more couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place. “Are they all this huge…” she muttered to herself as her eyes met with some of the guards. They all had this muscular frame and bulky bodies. She was yet to meet one with a smaller body frame. She wondered if they all got it from what they fed or was it from their rigorous trainings. From the little Catherine had told her, she could tell the arrogant rude man that claimed to be her mate is the Alpha and their leader. “Arthur…that’s his name…” she muttered silently to herself. His name alone made her hate him. The thought of home spurred inside of her and she wondered what uncle Bob and her

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

"They keep kicking her and hitting her. Hera is so scared." "Who has her, Amber?" He gently wiped her tears away. "Who is the mean woman?" "Aurora." Amber held her hand out as if trying to shield Hera from pain, crying out, "No!" Nolan gestured to Gelo to prepare the men. It took about half an hour, but Nolan managed to get some information from Amber. He calmed her enough to leave her with Megan and Cian while he organized the men. "Why does Lancaster follow her orders? He’s not a Augur," Nolan asked his son.

It was already dark and foggy outside, the perfect setting for rogue attacks. "What's your name?" I asked, finally turning my attention to him while continuing to sip my wine. "Alex, Alpha Hawthorne," he replied, and I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the flames. "How long have you been working here?" I inquired, realizing that I had never taken the time to keep track. My brows furrowed as I pondered the kind of man I had become. It occurred to me that my disregard for my staff was likely one of the reasons for Aurora's disdain toward me.

I knew he had to be the father of the babies that’s why the babies' kicks are strong and they are growing so fast. “Atlas is the father of my baby, my rejected mate, I swear to the moon goddess.” She cried out but I wasn’t having it because she was starting to make me feel stupid so I growled lowly and the atmosphere was suddenly filled with fear I felt sorry a bit for her, but I needed to get the truth out of her.

Water bucket hovered, dripping prelude to hell. Kenji stood predator still, porcelain sleeves rolled to elbows exposing a dragon tattoo coiled taut, obsidian eyes locked on the traitor with surgical calm. No suit now—just a black shirt clinging to lethal lines, katana sheathed at hip, unnecessary. His hand gripped the hose steadily, accenting gravel-velvet lethal. "OmegaTech. Names. Amounts. Or we continue." Rourke spat blood-flecked defiance, broken nose swelling purple. "Fuck your empire, Sato. Go to hell."

“And I know that the rogues that you have come across are total assholes or undeserving of even breathing but not all rogues are like that.” “What are other rogues like then?” Ezekiel was trying to control his irritation. She had just woken up and they needn’t start another argument just yet. He quickly mind-linked Hunter to get the pack doctor, Sabrina Meyers and announce to the pack that their Luna was up.

Rhea was an extremely arrogant and proud person. She would never be willing to admit her failure. In the end, an old man walked in at this moment. This person was the chief steward of the Hauffer family, and he was a competent person. He hurried in and spoke to Jack, “Brother, I just got the news. The one who really holds power in Thousand Miles is not Waltz, but someone called Alex Rockefeller.” Rhea immediately shouted, “I know, that man is Waltz’s man. It’s normal for Waltz to listen to his words usually, and he has good medical skills and is indeed somewhat capable. Still, compared to the powerful institution that is Department Six, he has nothing.”