Atlas Corrigan Books Novels & Stories

“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.

"Look, I’m not leaving until—" "Frank Carrington?" He froze at the sound of that voice. Turning, he saw a woman approaching the gate with a polite smile. Relief washed over him, when he saw that she bore a huge resemblance to Atlas...as in Atlas might as well been a younger male version of the woman, brown same eyes, same shade of brown curly hair. He didn’t need to be genius to tell that was Atlas’s mother. "Mrs. Harrigan," he said quickly, stepping forward. "I—uh—I’m really sorry to show up like this, but I’ve been trying to reach Atlas for days and—"

“Meghan.” She looked up. “Leave Harbor Point alone.” I knew Meghan wouldn’t understand why I was pushing her away from Harbor Point. The truth was, Atlas had never been a normal development project. The people who had been involved in its dealings weren’t ordinary businessmen, and I’d seen what happened to people who got too curious. Some ended up in prison. Some disappeared. Others lost their minds trying to make sense of things they were never supposed to know. I’d learned early not to ask too many questions.

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."

be wiped out. I put the book back on the table and that's when I decided that I needed to do something about this and not let it happen, but how? Then it hit me. I could mind-link Apollo. I let the link out of my body and was able to connect with Atlas this time, to my surprise. "Atlas, can you hear me?" I asked him. "Kara OMG how are you ok? Where are you?" he asked worriedly. "I am OK for now, Atlas." I replied, "but I have something I need to tell you. So just listen to me. The elder Bishop has me prisoner. I was able to look out the window. When he was out of the room, he had me hold up because he untied me. From what I could see, I saw a rocky mountain range with snow topped caps and p

ATLAS POV “What the fuck was that?” Charlie exclaimed in a whisper. Atlas turned his attention from the empty doorway to his PR director. He raised one brow at her. Charlie was not only his employee, she was his best friend. “Don’t give me that Dom brow, asshole,” she told him as she turned around in her chair. “Why did you send Anais away?” Atlas sighed. He could feel himself clenching his jaw and worked to relax it. He put both hands in his pockets and paced the floor. Truthfully, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was to spare the omega uglier things.

Atlas said and I stepped forward, walking towards his cell. “Are you certain you would be able to…” Atlas started to ask me, worry written on his face. I didn't let him complete the sentence before cutting him short. “Open the gates.” Sighing, Atlas immediately opened the gate for me and I stepped in. The stench of blood and other things hit me and I tried my best not to double over. It was a good thing that Batya was with her cousins instead of following us down here. Stepping into the cells fills me with memories of hottigan, before it could get to me I pushed the thought aside as I ran my eyes around the cell meeting with the man who I assumed to be Greta's ally.

I return all the clothing and accessories he bought me, but I keep the book. The seventh day, I feel like a new woman. Although I'm still heartbroken by Atlas's lies, I feel like I can finally start moving on with my life. On this day, I began looking for new jobs. I needed a fresh start. That was until, I get a text from an ex-co-worker at EarthX, revealing that they know who the spy is working for the Red Chain. -------------------- Atlas's POV The last seven days have been hell. I spent the first two days at work, wishing Sabrina would walk through the elevator doors and sit at her desk. But, as each hour ticked by, and the days grew cold, I knew that wasn't going to happen.

"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.

What?” I answer, working my way through the stacks of papers to rejoin him at the work area. “Did you discover something?” Atlas gestures, still incapable to pry his eyes absent from the paper, and that alarms me more than anything. Struggling to fight off a sudden wave of unease, I peer over his bear at the record. It’s small more than an office reminder, scribbled in a untidy hand—or paw—by somebody as well apathetic to record it accurately. It looks like Map book has pulled it from a stack of comparative messages, and by all appearances, there’s nothing uncommon almost it. On it is written: