Atlas It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

"She doesn't need to be modest. My world belongs to her, and she can do whatever she wants.” Before she could retort, Atlas walked up to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. He looked at the woman coldly and said, "Check who these women are, Dylan. Terminate all agreements we have with them and escort them out. ATL Empire doesn't need partners like these." As his words settled, several men stood up, bewildered. They rushed toward Atlas. "Please don't do this, Mr. Atlas! We'll educate them properly. Please don't terminate our agreements."

my name spikes out and it surely is not Hudson who just called me. I break From the hug and my eyes meet Atlas…

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

"Dad, Mom, I regret it. "You were right. Ines Sutherland was never the right person for me. I want to come home."

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

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."

I asked wanting to know my options. "Do you have somewhere in mind?" He asked and I searched my brain for a place. "Babe what was the name of that place we went to near Ace Street?" I asked Starr the shrimp pasta we had in mind. "You mean the same place I fucked you a-" "Yes," I said cutting her off, her bluntness leaving me shy. "Cater's," She answered laughing slightly the sound mixing with Jason's chuckle. "What do you both want from Carter's?" he asked softly as I relaxed in his loving hold.

"Atlas, did you file the report on—" Noah paused when he saw me and Atlas. "I did not know you had company." Atlas and I were standing very close to each other as we whispered, so I did not look like just another colleague. "Oh, this is not that sort of company," Atlas fumbled. "This is…" "…Tessa from IT," I added quickly. Yet another name to add to my growing list. "Mr. Oasis was having some issues with his computer."

the little girl says “Ugh Treasure you’re no fun” Saturn says as she swirls around causing her to lose her footing and start to fall towards the edge of the cliff “SATURN NO” Treasure yells and I don’t know what comes over me because I rush out of the trees and when I realize I won’t catch her in time I pull some of earths magic and I send a rush of wind coming from under the girl which throws her back onto the dirt

The anonymous email sat on Clara’s screen, its white background glowing like a ghost in the dim light of the studio. It contained a single attachment: a high-resolution scan of a document dated exactly ten years ago. It was a formal acceptance letter for the prestigious Sorbonne Fellowship in Paris, addressed to Elias Thorne. The date on the letter was a jagged knife to her heart—it was the exact same day she had stood on that freezing train platform, clutching a one-way ticket to Chicago and waiting for a man who never showed up.