Atlas Drawing Novels & Stories

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."

Atlas turned toward another screen as it lit up. Leonardo appeared. Bruised. Chained. Smiling. “Well,” Leonardo said cheerfully. “This got interesting.” Maria’s blood ran cold. “Why is he on that screen?” Specter answered this time, his voice tight with anger. “Because Leonardo helped design Atlas.” Leonardo laughed. “I helped break him.” Atlas froze. Slowly, he turned his head toward the screen. Leonardo’s smile grew wider. “Do you remember me?” Atlas’s hands clenched.

I get up and quickly grab Atlas's shirt before putting it on Red. "Thanks girl" Red whispers to me. I smile at her as the guys try to calm down Atlas and say "Girl I think you just got claimed by a Rhodes. His name is Atlas. He's quiet but nice. Go talk to him before he goes at that guy again" She nods as I help her up. "Atlas" I hear her say quietly but it still gets his attention. Red smiles and holds her arms up to him. He walks over, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and neck, before walking them over to one of the empty couches.

It smelled like home, unburdened. Lila’s laughter was the soundtrack now. Not the hesitant giggles of before, but full-throated, uninhibited peals that echoed down the hall as she chased Atlas, our lumbering but endlessly patient Newfoundland, around the living room rug. Her art studio door stood perpetually open, no longer a place of hidden terrors but bursting with vibrant watercolors of fantastical creatures and sprawling landscapes. The charcoal monsters were gone, replaced by sun-drenched meadows and galaxies swirling with improbable colors.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

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.

For a moment, Atlas doesn’t speak as he examines me as if trying to find something on my face or in my eyes that says that I’m still in pain in any way, shape, or form. Sighing, I slowly climb off of him and pull the stopper to the tub so that the water begins to drain, and as it does, I lay in front of him. Locking my gaze on his, I wrap my hand around his dick and then let my tongue run the length of his tip and down his shaft while my lips close in around him. Hissing, Atlas stares down at me with darkening eyes, but he doesn’t stop me. Satisfied that maybe he will finally give up on treating me like a porcelain doll, I begin to move, bobbing my head up and down while using my hand to pum

Althea nodded once. “He turned everything into structure.” She swallowed slowly. “Not emotionally.” That landed harder. Dominic sat up straighter now. His mind already moving. “How detailed was his drawing?” Althea let out a humorless laugh softly. “Too detailed.” She stood up and walked towards the floor and reached for the folded piece of paper she had unconsciously brought one folded page with her. Dominic took it immediately and immediately scanned the childish lines. He looked at the drawn arrows, the placements and his face slowly hardened when he saw it.

Asher asked Leika for an update on Atlas's condition, and this time the photo she sent showed Atlas in a room that resembled a bedroom, with wooden walls painted a bright light blue and several small canvas paintings with many abstract patterns on the walls. In the photo, Atlas was lying on a bed covered with a mosquito net. His eyes were closed, and half of his body was covered with a thick, colorful floral-patterned sheet. "This is the latest photo of Atlas," Trevor said, handing the photo Kane had sent to Tristan, Janus, and Lung Pakhun. "Ugh, this room looks like a crowded nursery," Janus muttered. He pointed to the abstract paintings on the wall and the floral blanket Atlas was wearing