Atlas Lackadaisy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

she always talked about him. "We should all go inside. They must have been exhausted from such a long journey." said a woman smiling at me. "Thank god you saved me. We're really tired. I think we should rest first then we'll introduce each other." Mr. Atul said side hugging that lady who patted his arm in return. Continued……...

"You’ve been going on about this for days. If Atlas’s bothering you that much, why not just... do something about it?" Ainsley paused in her tracks, whipping her head around to stare at Brittany. "Do something?" she echoed, her tone sharp but also a bit intrigued. Brittany smirked, her reflection shimmering with mischief in the mirror. "Exactly. You said it yourself—he’s getting awfully bold lately, talking back to you, acting like he belongs here." She shrugged, casually reapplying her lip gloss. "Maybe it’s time someone reminded him of his place. Because honestly, the way Atlas been acting..." Brittany’s smirk grew. "It’s kinda delusional."

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.

He was more than glad to shove me aside and yet he… There was something about Atlas’ confidence and nonchalance. Was I being too self-centered or was he up to something? He was agreeing to everything and acting like we were best friends. Why was he so happy? “Did Lovie wake up?” I blurted and I stumbled as glass shattered. At; last broke into an awkward coughing fit. “Why do you insert her into every conversation?” Atlas retorted. “You are going to a new country. New people, new places - focus on that, tell her,” Atlas urged Greta.

Atlas has always taken the brunt of it, and it can get rough. “She’s gorgeous.” Atlas clears his throat, shifting from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable. Things like this make him practically jump out of his skin. “I have more work to do. Let me know when she wakes up.” I don’t get a chance to respond before I hear the closing of the door. This is classic Atlas avoidance. I’m curious to see how that’s going to hold up with our mate.

“I would not only give you this drive, I would offer you myself. You own me from now henceforth.” Atlas burst into laughter at her words. This was definitely his first time meeting a lady intelligent and dumb at the same time. “Isn't that too much for just 5% shares?” Atlas asked, sounding seductive. “You can offer more,” she replied confidently. “Sure. I will contact you tonight,” he said, staring at her with a similar naughty look on his face. “If you would excuse me, I will be expecting a guest in two minutes.” Layla, who was already immersed in her own thoughts of how Atlas would be in bed, snapped out of her thoughts at Atlas's words.

Atlas intoned with his gaze centered on mine. “Mmmh.” “So, was your childhood also like mine?” Feeling a bit confused, I pulled my brows together. Then Atlas gave me a faint smile, walked over to me, and squatted to meet my height. “Boring and lonely?” Atlas whispered with a sad smile. As he was about to stand, I grabbed his wrist as I stared deeper into his eyes and mumbled, "Yours was boring and lonely." "When you have successful parents, you see less of them each day, and one day, you simply stop seeing them because they got into a tragic accident and can't come to you," Atlas said with a weak smile.

Nothing was more important than gossip. Atlas chuckled and pinched her nose. “You little gossip queen.” Still, he didn’t hide it from her. “I had one of his legs crippled.” He said it as casually as if he were talking about the weather. Naomi was stunned for a moment. Seeing her expression, Atlas thought maybe he’d gone too far, that she’d be scared. But to his surprise, she snuggled into his chest and said, “Atty, you’re amazing!” Atlas: “...”

Blood ran to his cock faster than to his brain. “Umm” was all he could conjure. Atlas, who looked like she had applied lipstick that was a similar shade as her bra, bit down into her lip and then gave him a frisky wink. “I’m going to put her down. Give me a second.” Atlas turned the corner of the kitchen and disappeared into the hallway. Atlas ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep the beast of his desire at bay. She was driving him crazy even when she did nothing but breathe. But what she was doing now was just cruel.