Atlas It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

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’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.

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."

Only now I pay more attention to his form - covered from head to toes in dark red goo. My breath hitches as Lenox slowly turns around and waves his hand. “Sorry, pal, that was my friend Atlas. The fucker isn’t a friend, but it’s not like I can get rid of him. You know, like that itch on your ass cheek that’s supposed to disappear once you scratch it, but instead of fading, it becomes worse? Yeah, that’s Atlas.” I keep opening and closing my mouth but even a word doesn’t leave me. I’ve seen plenty of crazy things in my life, but this one is taking the cake.

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilation and the balance. "How's the brain, kid? You cleared?"

“You have a job to finish, Lilith. Isn't that the reason you came here? Don't worry, I won't stand in your way anymore. I understand our relationship clearly now, and I will not bother you with useless feelings." Useless feeling? What was he talking about? Right now, I wish I could read his mind and figure out which of his screws is loose so that I can tighten it back. “Eat Lilith. You are not starving yourself to death before you finish the list." Atlas said in a cold tone. "Don't make me late for work.”. "I resigned from the organization yesterday, Atlas. All I want now is to walk away from this and start over." I mumbled, struggling to hold my tears in my eyelid.

We had stepped through a portal into another world. “Ju… what is this place?” Samy’s grip threatened to crush my fingers. I shook my head. I had no words. Then he appeared. Tall, dark blazer over a black shirt with a few buttons undone, hair tied in a low bun. Brown eyes so intense I forgot how to blink. He carried himself like the room had been waiting for him to arrive. “Samantha Jones and Juliet Pierce?” We nodded in perfect sync. “I’m Atlas. Welcome to Paradise.” His mouth curved into the faintest smile, but his eyes stayed cold.

she said, hands on her thigh as she stared at him with lust reflected in her eyes. “One of my boys will bring you a dress and take you home. See you later,” with that said, Atlas left the hotel. He drove by himself back home. He knew Grandma Katherine hadn't lost any hope, but that was the least of his worries. To him, since his men couldn't find him, it only meant one thing; Alden was kidnapped and murdered by some Italian baddie. Arriving at the mansion, he pulled over before getting out of the car. He hesitated before entering the living room. Seeing how quiet the mansion was, he doubted if Grandma Katherine was still…

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

They were just random cities that look like its being taught to a toddler in alphabetical order. Wait!! Accra. Buenos Aires. Carolina. Baghdad. Czech. Djibouti. Calabar. Dallas. Eastbourne. " There's a sequence. A, B, C. B, C, D. C, D, E. The next city should begin with a D. That's Da lat. " "Exactly.. So the person we're desperately searching for, is in Vietnam " " What do you mean by the person? We're after soldo aren't we? "