Atlas From It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

Atlas asked “Because you are my prince.” “I didn’t come here for that.” Atlas blurted out already confused on how to have a conversation with Jacob. Jacob didn’t respond. Atlas’s voice softened slightly. “I want to talk to you.” Jacob hesitated. And that frustrated Atlas even more. They walked slowly through the garden. Side by side. But not close. Atlas tried again. “Where are you from?” “Alexandria.” Atlas nodded. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” Jacob stopped walking and looked at him.

I almost ignored it but when I finally pulled my phone out, my chest tightened slightly. Mason: How’s your mom? I stared at the text longer than I should’ve. No attitude, no sarcasm and stupid comments. Just that. How’s your mom? Lila noticed immediately. "Who is it?" "Nobody." "You literally look less miserable now, so it’s definitely somebody." I rolled my eyes tiredly before typing back. Ezra: Still in surgery. Three dots appeared almost instantly. Mason: You there alone? I glanced at Lila beside me.

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

Taking out the embossed card from his pocket, Atlan sat heavily on one of the benches in the locker room. The faint smell of sweat, leather, and disinfectant clung to the air. He turned the small rectangle of polished cardstock over between his fingers. Inscribed on it, in bold black letters, was: James Carter Carter Enterprises

It was technically after I came here that mine and Atlas’ relationship began, and this time it would be when it ended. I guess this meant that things had come full circle, and it was just the closure I needed. Inside, the lobby is bare aside from some exotic plants that sit haphazardly waiting to be put in place to work with the flow of the furniture that Atlas had picked, but it still looked like something was missing to me. However, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I hoped that we would know after speaking with Tom and Ken. "They should be waiting for us in their office," Atlas announces as if reading my mind. "Come along."

Atlas said, meaning to tell his grandfather to chase away the reporters so as not to affect his wedding. Mr. Drkov understood, nodded, and left, Atlas also followed him to the gate but at this time received a call from Heulwen. Atlas picked up the phone, and heard a sentence that made his face darken, he stared at the car behind him: "Are you ready, come with me." Atlas finished speaking and told Linus to take him to the car. Dalziel looked at the wedding car that had left, the corners of his lips curled up, he attached each word: "Atlas, this name will no longer exist in this world."

Sound serious. "Oh my god. Who is warning me?" Atlas widened his eyes. Daniel never gave a warning to Atlas before. Atlas was shocked, also nervous. Atlas hesitated, "And.. What.. are.. you.. talking about? What eyes? Aish. We're late. Let's go." Atlas left the room, nervously. Great. I'm going to be crazy soon. ------ ----- -----

“I need you, alpha. Please.” Atlas got them out and dried in record time. . . TBC AUTHOR’S NOTE: . Please leave gems or just one gem, if possible thank you <3

My jaw worked, but I could barely speak, barely breathe…then the door swung open, and Atlas stormed in… And my two worlds collided. ********* Atlas’s presence should have steadied me—but with Eveline still standing there, watching, it only made everything worse. “Who let you in here?” Atlas asked, voice low as he blocked the door. His eyes dropped to the baby, then cut to me, hands twitching at his sides. “You must be the founder of Titan Media Group, Atlas Kane?” Eveline’s voice dropped noticeably, and she strode up to him for a handshake.

Lily turned, finding him watching Atlas with a look that was unreadable but not entirely welcoming. Atlas’s eyes flickered to Ryle, assessing. "You must be someone important." "Ryle Kincaid," Ryle said, standing as if to make his presence known. "Atlas Caldwell," Atlas replied, his voice steady and calm. Ally muttered, "This just got interesting." Lily shot her a warning look before turning back to Atlas. "What are you doing here?" His gaze softened slightly. "I just got back." "After all these years?" Atlas exhaled slowly. "It’s a long story."