Atlas Corrigan Fanart Novels & Stories

It’s a vast space with every bit of kit you could imagine. “You can spot me.” I say to Callaghan. “Nolan you can wait out for Atlas. He should be here soon. Probably having a morning sex session with Fallon. You know what those two are like when they’re making up.” I’m just about to start pushing the bar up, Calli is spotting me when I hear a thunderous voice. “What the fuck is this? Why are you carrying Immi over your damn shoulder with her panties on display.” Atlas towers over me. Shit. Someone has actually posted a picture, what is wrong with people? Haven’t they got a life or anything better to do? Jeez.

Maximus chuckles softly. “I don’t know,” I sigh. “I can’t cheer up when I’m going to have to put up with that man.” “That’s why I gathered all the books and articles about Atlas Lawson,” Mira says, her lips curling into a sly grin. “All the answers you’re looking for are here. All you have to do is read.” “Where did you get all that?” Maximus asks, his eyes widening in surprise. “Turns out your sister is a fangirl of Atlas,” Craig says with a wink.

Nathan: “Any news from Donatello?” I asked Carter who shook his head. We had our men roaming around, searching for news about the Italian; however, the man seemed to have disappeared, like literally, no news of him was found anywhere. “Not at all, some say that he went back to Italy, but we haven’t found any records of him going to the airport, and his planes are all here. He’s probably at his mansion, or having something new for his new businesses” I nodded, chewing the inside of my mouth before dismissing Carter. I still had four meetings to go today, and knowing that one of my main investors and allies wouldn’t be there was a problem that I didn’t want to think of dealing with. The idea o

he said firmly and Atlas gasped while shaking his head. "Pain doesn't excite me!" He exclaimed. Faelon patted his thigh and noticed Cora's name on his wrist. Sighing he told Atlas he was going to see if he could erase Cora from his flesh. Raising his brow, Atlas asked if he could help. "The kids will sleep well and I can just touch her and send her to oblivion," he said with a big toothy smile. Faelon nodded and figured Atlas would make a great sidekick for his task.

The door was opened, and a bright light shone into the room. An obscene voice was heard saying, “Whoa, you gorgeous ladies are pretty capable. You actually managed to untie yourselves.” When Bianca's and Quinn’s eyes finally adjusted to the light, they saw the disgusting man standing at the door. “Atlas Harrigan!” Bianca immediately recognized him. He was the only son of Tyson, and he had inherited his father’s lecherous ways. He loved having fun with women. “Yes, it's me. You didn’t dream you'd one day end up like this, did you, Bianca?” Atlas sneered as he approached them slowly.

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

Atlas grinned, flashing me his perfect white teeth. I had never seen him smile like this before, and couldn’t help as my eyes traced over one of the set of dimples on his cheeks. He looked radiant for those fleeting seconds. Pale hair, eyes, and skin—oddly reminding me of Jack Frost. His dark t-shirt and jeans were the only contrast against the light colors on his body. I gnawed on my lower lip, my tongue tracing over a piece of torn skin. It was troubling, how he seemed to tug on the mate-bond when he pleased. What was even more troubling was my own shoddy willpower. Atlas’s crystal eyes seemed to darken, and his smile turned feral as he glanced down at my mouth. As soon as the emotion cros

I felt as if the breath had been sucked out of my lungs and I was frozen. Felicity had been tied up with tight silver chains and gagged. Her cheeks were flushed and damp, looking as if she had been crying for some time now. Anger coursed through my veins and I focused on the piece of shit that had moved in front of her. “I see the riddle was helpful,” a grin sprawled on his face. This was him. Atlas. He was tall and had flawless olive-toned skin. His features were masculine, yet feminine at the same time, created a beautiful man. But what really struck me was the raw, unfiltered power that he exuded.

“Don’t let Cillian know that I’ve stepped back. Your uncle is a troublesome man, and h could very well try to fill the space.” “Uh huh.” Dean was too busy eating now to pay full attention. Atlas leaned back in his chair, cutting another glance in the direction of the ladies who were still smiling and shooting suggestive looks towards him. Once upon a time, all he had to do was arch a finger at them, and they would walk up to the table. But maybe Dean was right. Maybe he couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t have dark hair and green eyes and whose name wasn’t Elara Harrington…..