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Atlas said as he looked at me with a weird expression. "What? You literally said " Some people". Why would you say it like that if it isn't anything weird" I said. "Your brain is really something else" Atlas said as he chuckled. "Oh piss off" I said as I started walking ahead of him towards my locker so I could get my books for the next lesson. I halted in my steps when I heard Atlas cough behind me, suddenly realizing that he was blackmailing me right now. "Urggghhh" I grumbled out loud but nevertheless went back so I could help him walk to his locker.

“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

Next chapter. We both pull apart and I look away awkwardly. I was just about to kiss Atlas. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I looked at him, waiting for him to pick the call. Atlas reaches over for his phone, picking it up. The call was from Bren and so he immediately picked the call. “Hey?" Atlas asked the moment he picked the call, wondering why Bren was calling him by this time. I could hear Bren speaking over the phone but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

I want to ask something genuinely, so please answer it. There is nothing serious, it is my frequent madness, nothing more. 🙈🤣 What about a teaser of this book. I was planning to make a teaser, but I am puzzled. And finally, I made a teaser.. But forget to upload. I am going to upload it. Okay, I need to ask you one thing. Can you imagine Samaira in this book going to temple daily and giving prasad to everyone with a happy face. She is even making kheer to everyone and uncountable poojas. Can you imagine or not?

When I wake up, Atlas is sitting up beside me, reading the book I had recently been devouring to keep myself entertained. Eyes widening, I feel a wave of embarrassment flare through me as I realize just what that book was full of. "You’re up?" Atlas asks, not missing a beat. "Y-yeah," I respond, trying to ignore the burning on my cheeks and the back of my neck. "Um… How much of that have you read?" "Enough," he smirks. "No wonder you’re such a freak in bed." Shit. Could the earth open up and swallow me whole now? How could I have forgotten to hide that book like I was doing all the other times? Now he was going to think that I was some weirdo for reading such things.

he sighs as he sets the book on the surface of the table, unleashing a small cloud of dust. Together we spend several minutes leafing through the pages, marveling at his mother's incredible mind. "She never got to do half of these things," Atlas mused. "But she couldn't keep from imagining all the things she could do if she had more time." We continue to search together in silence, neither one of us minding the time that passes as we take care of our time looking over the pages. Eventually, we find a page that has been decorated with little stick figures battling sea monsters around a diagram of the chest and its unique titanium design.

Mira adds with a wink, dropping the books onto the table. Maximus growls. “Oh, relax. Your love interest is in safe hands. Atlas doesn’t fall in love,” she jokes. “What do you mean?” I ask quickly, my curiosity spiking. “She’s just speaking nonsense,” Maximus cuts in with a flat smile. I take a deep breath. I’m no fan of Atlas Lawson, but here I am, about to read every book written about him.

“Now, tell me, Alana. What is it that you really want?” He asked. The way he looked at me intimidated me and I disliked it so much. I wanted to be firm. I wanted to be confident. “I told you. I am here because I want my book!” I said maintaining my stance. Atlas chuckled. A soft and dry sound that mocked me. “That’s not what you are here for.” He said. He sounded so confident and blunt. I hated that he was right and it annoyed me so much that he was speaking so calmly to me after the way he treated me.