Atlas From It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

I'm glad Esmeralda is part of my life and now she'll be the reason why I need to end this once and for all, so I can have all the time on earth with her. She's the life at my dead ends

The driver started driving, leaving everyone and everything behind, leaving my old life behind. From today onwards I am Mrs. Emilia Adriano Romano.

Clara froze for a moment before she realized what I had said. She looked at me in disbelief. “You’re breaking up with me? How far are you planning to go with this?” she asked. A trace of anxiety crept into her tone. “You weren’t always this unreasonable. Why now?” She genuinely seemed unable to understand why I wanted to end things. I spoke calmly, just as she had once been. “I won’t interfere while you and Ethan hook up with each other. Isn’t that better?”

I think it’ll be a huge success. You want to FaceTime later this evening? I sure do, and darlin’, wear something sexy for me. I’ll see what I can do. Love you. Love you too, darlin. Gotta hang up we’re nearly at the rink from the look of it. We end the chat. Atlas puts his mobile away.

Atlas replied. "Umm, do you have any food allergies? I need to ask so I can find a suitable restaurant," Regina said. "I'm an omnivore. You can choose any restaurant," Atlas said. After the conversation ended, Atlas headed to the cafe where he had made his appointment with the client. In less than an hour, Atlas had already arrived at the restaurant, the location of which Regina had told him about while she was chatting with the client. It was an Italian restaurant known for its delicious food and pleasant atmosphere.

“It’s just that Atlas isn’t all that common these days.” Atlas moved on to finish writing up the sick leave notice. He returned the note to me, his pristinely written signature underlined at the bottom. We stared at each other as we held up two ends of the paper as if frozen in time. I snatched it back, watching his eyebrows raise as I got up from my seat. “Have a great day, Aria,” was all he said, choosing to ignore my previous accusations. I pushed the chair back with a screech, sliding it back over to the desk it belonged to.

Atlas says, taking a bite of his honey chicken, "Are you from New York?" I shake my head, "I'm actually from a small town just outside of Boston. My parents bought a house here many years ago as an investment, so they moved here with me." Atlas nods his head, "Boston is a lovely place. I like to visit there frequently." "What about you?" I question. Atlas stares at his food for a moment, "I'm from California." "Ah, sunshine and beaches. You look like the type of guy who would live there with your tan skin and beachy waves," I tease, noting the soft waves on his head.

“Atlas Steele.” _____ "Atlas," I weep as my eyes close and the world goes black.

That thought was nearly paralyzing when I considered it too deeply. “I’d want to go to the islands west of here. I think they were called ‘Hawaii’ before,” Atlas said, shocking the hell out of myself and probably the others that he’d answered without prodding from one of us. I cocked my head to the side. “Why?” He shrugged, closing off just as quickly as he’d opened up. “Why not?” Though he wasn’t wrong. Mark quickly chewed the bite he’d already shoved into his mouth. “That’s easy. Arcadia.”

We shall retrieve my master, the 'key'. Soon in their victory, he shall be with his master and he shall serve him, the Key, who is Atlas, the grandson of Travan. Eleejah is witnessing the same scene as Zivlander through the windows of the escape ship, Oberon, as it flew stealthily above Atlantis, bound for escape. Anya and her servants were all busy around her trying to manipulate the unfamiliar consoles of the unfamiliar spaceship. They had never flown a spaceship before. They are trained to tame winglies and they were use to magic technology, not pure technology, but somehow the ship has a mind of its own.