Atlas It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

Cooper joining the meeting—a name that jolted my thoughts to Atlas, whose last name was also Cooper. As Dr. Lawson acknowledged Mr. Cooper's presence, my eyes widened in surprise. Among the departing group emerged a middle-aged woman, accompanied by none other than Atlas. He stood distinguished in his suit, sans tie, his appearance impeccable with neatly slicked-back hair and a fresh shave. Seeing him there, amidst this unexpected setting, sent a rush of mixed emotions through me. I hadn't expected to encounter him in such a place. He still hadn't noticed me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Atlas. The woman, Dr. Hill, smiled warmly at him, extending gratitude for his time and dedicatio

Sam’s eyes widened. “You didn’t think we were the last children Atlas was stealing, did you?” “So the operation’s still on?” “I don’t think so. The IMC found out about Atlas’ little schemes, and they put him down. Turns out he wasn’t the only one stealing children,” “Atlas is dead?” Sam couldn’t believe those words. “Oh no, he’s not dead. Just…maybe under the radar, scheming,” Aaron shrugged. “It’s only a matter of time before he collects his children to take down the IMC so he can be King or some shit-“

1322 AD-Three Hundred years into the Long War A lone figure stands in the middle of the podium; he wears the bright red cloak of an official, and a medallion bearing the crest of the old war god, Mars. He takes deep breath and bellows to the crowd “CAPUA!!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!”

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.

"Yeah. I got that right." "Why do you differentiate Atlas and Dr. Atlas? Are they not the same person?" Kiema asked. I laughed. "Dr. Atlas is the bossy, overly technical medical professional. Atlas is still bossy, but he has a little more humor." "You'll understand once you meet him," Saint offered. Kiema nodded. "Any idea on their ETA?" I asked. "Atlas sent us a message: These imbecilic dullards must meet with their board. I've made an offer they can't refuse. Our departure should be imminent after negotiations are closed," Asher read it. "That was almost two days ago now."

GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2023 ~SIERRA~ Since the guards in Houston communicated with the ones in Atlanta, they were already waiting for us. Gilbert was with the kids, helping them get in the car. Atlas was asleep, so he got the back seat to himself. I tried Nana's number again, but she didn't pick up, “still?” Gilbert asked; he was at the back helping Atlas while I sat in the middle row with Ingrid and Nathan.

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."

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

Unknown number. *Don’t overthink it. Just show up.* I stared at the screen for way too long thinking of who it might be before typing back. *Who the hell is this?* *You know who.* *How did you get my number?* *Doesn’t matter. See you at 5.* He went offline. I threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and landed on my hoodie. Jun kept snoring above me like nothing in the world was wrong.