Novel & Cerita Atlas Book Series

Lawson’s desk, eager to distract myself with anything to keep my mind away from Atlas's touch. A few minutes passed when the door to Dr. Lawson’s office opened. I turned around, expecting Dr. Lawson, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Atlas standing there instead. He was dressed in a black suit, looking every bit as commanding as I remembered. The small office seemed to shrink in his presence, his powerful aura filling the space. Or maybe it was just me, still seeing him through the lens of admiration I couldn’t seem to shake.

“or you all are pretending to not know what i’m talking about. I know that you had something in your jurisdiction, something that’s not the girl.” “She’s not a thing.” “I’m not a thing.” Both Atlas and Laila said in sync. My lips tugged up in a smirk. “Right. Tell me Alpha Ares, you do know what i’m talking about right? You know about the book, don’t you?” I stared at Andro with my knuckles supporting my chin, it was my way of relaxing while i put my thought together. “I do actually, i have THIS book that you ask of but i don’t think it’s in your business to ask about it.” I replied with a small yawn. His gaze narrowed in on me as his eyes shuffled to the people who stood behind me.

“Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there lived vampires, witches, werewolves, and other magical creatures such as elves and fairies in perfect harmony. While vibrating at a level that kept us in a dimension above this one, our world resembled this one greatly. It was more colorful, lush, and vibrant, but laid out pretty much the same. We had similar wildlife, but no humans. This is the only plane of existence where mere humans can be found. “Our world had one superior God-like king. That was King Landon. Then, there were lesser queens who oversaw the kingdoms of wolves, vampires, witches, etcetera. One day an argument over territory broke out between the vampire and the werewolf queen

: C. I looked up. Atlas was watching my face. "Three pieces of news." "Yes." "Tell me." "After dinner. Not in the kitchen. In the library." He stood. He took his folder. He walked down the hall toward the library and didn't look back to see if I was following. I followed. The library was lit by a single lamp on the table between the two leather chairs. Atlas closed the door behind me. He didn't sit. He set the folder on the table. He poured two glasses of water from the carafe Marisol had left.

I was sitting in silk sheets eating while Marcus was rotting and Theo was losing his mind in a hotel room. My phone buzzed on the mattress. I didn't have to look to know it was Theo. I didn't touch it. "I have to travel this morning," Atlas said, checking his watch. "Important work, even for a Saturday. I’ll be back before you know it." He leaned in close, his shadow falling over me. He didn't go for my mouth. He whispered right against my ear, his breath hot enough to make my skin crawl in the best way. "Stay home and rest. I want you recovered by the time I get back." He nipped my ear hard. "Because the second I walk through that door, I’m going to unravel you all over again."

“How will we know when she’s exhausted them all?” Atlas gave a humorless laugh, one that carried the weight of centuries. “We won’t.” Then, he turned fully to face me. His expression was solemn, his voice lower than before. “Before your father sought the power, your mother stole the Green Book. She tore out a page… and burned it.” Atlas’s eyes darkened. “Your father was enraged. He went on a killing rampage. At the time, your mother was carrying you and Zassan in her womb.”

Fran- Nice Cover. Alpha Devon looks over the journal again and shakes his head. “You asked to see me, oh well, well, well, come to submit?” Atlas asks me. “You know you are mighty pretty.” “Atlas knock it off,” Devon tells him. “Want to explain this?” Atlas reads over the journal of attacks.

It was torn into five pieces, random pages and bits of cover were scattered along the floor. Atlas had made his decision when he let Dean destroy my book, that much was clear. He had chosen her; his girlfriend of two years. Did that make him fully evil? Evil for choosing the girl he had loved for two years of his life? No, he wasn't evil. Cruel yes, but not evil. Mates were sacred, but rejections happened sometimes. "Take Michelle to the cafeteria, I'll be there shortly." Atlas nodded at Dean, and I wondered if his voice had always sounded that way. Silky yet rough, smooth yet raspy. I had heard his voice many times over the years, never once appreciating how it sounded.

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I dropped my bag and sank to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. "Hiding won't make the whispers stop, you know." I jerked my head up. Atlas was sitting two aisles over, his long legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back against a bookshelf filled with books on the French Revolution. He wasn't wearing his varsity jacket, just a dark, fitted sweater. Without the gold and black armor, he looked surprisingly human. "I'm not hiding," I lied, wiping a frustrated tear from the corner of my eye. "I'm studying."