Atlas Corrigan Book Novels & Stories

I shake my head. “Ignore it, Brannigan. We all know you’re better than that. Immi knows you’re better than that. She just needs space and it’s not a bad thing, at least she can focus one hundred percent on her business startup. She needs that.” Atlas removes his arm and shoves be forward to get me going. “I know she does, and I want her business to be a massive success. I just wished none of this happened. How could I have been such a fucking jerk? Everyone knows to cover up.” I sigh.

She quietly sat on the sofa, eating, but her mind was on the phone call she still had to make to Finnick and Tristo to ask whether they had discovered anything about the Hidden Clan. When Atlas came downstairs, he had already made up his mind. Naomi was not only his wife but also the daughter of the Swifts and the sister of Kayden. She had the right to know. “Atty, did you eat enough? Who called you?” Atlas didn’t hesitate at all: “Darian.” Naomi paused in her eating and looked at him with concern: “Is it you who’s feeling unwell again?” The man took her hand: “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just that my people and his have found some information about the curse, so we might need to go to the U

Connor invited the young man to get into the car, and they hurriedly drove away. Atlas started the car, eager to get away from the relentless honking of the impatient drivers they had disrupted during their brief conversation. He was happy because this had been his previous job, but he had been let go due to workforce reductions. He had been one of the lucky ones chosen to be let go, and that luck had led him to meet Mr. Connor. "I'm driving a bit slow," Mr. Connor remarked, gazing at Atlas as he maintained a moderate pace behind the wheel.

"I'll search the library for books. Perhaps we can find someone similar to Saf in the registry." Saf tilts her head at Atlas, eyes narrowing, not in challenge, but in the kind of ancient skepticism that makes you feel like your skin doesn’t quite fit right. “You won’t find me in any book,” she says flatly. "But we will try. I also want to understand you." "Thank you, Atlas." Atlas nods, sharp and certain. It’s not a polite gesture. It’s a vow. A we’re doing this together kind of vow. And I feel better, seeing him in peace.

Atlas cut him off coldly, then walked out of Abbas's sight without hesitation. In the car, Atlas finally said to me, "Don't be afraid. I know he means well, but I only trust myself." I looked up at Atlas. He never felt at ease no matter where I was, let alone with anyone from the Pierce family. "What did he ask you to do?" I asked. "The business from back then and an internal secret of the old Pierce Corporation. It's related to Celine's mother," Atlas said briefly. "Don't worry. I'm here."

I'm the one who should be losing it and he should be glad I haven't woken up the whole neighborhood yet. "Just give me a few days, I can't tell you now!" Atlas said desperately...his voice pleading with me silently. "No, you tell me now!" I pushed but he looked around helplessly which almost made me give in and let him go. "You won't understand and I don't want to scare you" Atlas said as he took a step forward. Scare me? Oh please don't tell me he's a secret psychopathic killer who rapes and kills innocent young women. "What the fuck is it?! Get it out cause I need an explanation here! Actually I think I deserve an explanation at this point!" I said, still standing my ground but holding my

Seconds after she hangs up, Atlas storms in, his head flying around as he tries to figure out where she is, his scowl lessening slightly when he spots her, but deepening again when his nose finds the potent scent of a rogue. "Conrad, that's a rogue," he states plainly, and she blinks at him. "Fuck, I thought she was a cat," Conrad sighs sarcastically. The rogue is terrified, and Conrad's joke doesn't lighten the scent of her fear by any measure of the imagination. "Memphis told me you needed my help. Clearly, you don't," Atlas comments, shaking his head as he turns around.

AUTHOR’S POV Jane, or rather Celine, felt a pang of guilt as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to have sex with her boss, Atlas , in the bathroom of the club where she worked. She cursed herself for being so weak and for betraying her values. The guilt was eating her up inside, and she didn't know how to get it out of her head. She never imagined that she’d allow herself to fall into the webs of Atlas . The fact that she hated him but still had sex with him was worrisome. She didn’t even know if she hated him anymore. Everything was just confusing.

“This is my mate, Alpha Killian of the Nightshade pack. Killian, this is High Priest Corbin, his soulmate, Margot, and their daughter, Belle.” I shook their hands, including little Belle’s, and told them hello before we headed into the building they were standing in front of. It was an office building and a library. It smelled of books and ink. I could hear people moving around in the library while papers shifted in another office space. We followed them into a small office space and closed the door before we all sat down. Corbin was behind a desk piled high with papers, scrolls and books. This place was a mess, but I bet he could find what he needed even in the clutter.

Okay that's nice While coming I saw someone leave your room who is he Oh his a good friend of mine Do alpha's keep friends apart from their beta and gamma's Yeah it depends on the kind of alpha that I am And he smiled I wish I could wipe that smile off his face Nathan's pov Can we take a stroll But you still haven't recovered Don't worry am fine I can manage Alright Jes lead the way And we both chuckled So where are you from and which Park are you from I asked smiling Waw he doesn't even know where his Luna to be is from So you never made any enquires about your Luna so be am kind of disappointed I said pouting I loved the way he was scratching the back of his head he looked so so cute What