Atlas Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

“As long as you're on my side and faithful, I won't forbid anything, you can use whatever you want, knowing that the reaction of any abused grown man will have consequences. The death. So, I can say that I am a conscious and balanced possessive.” Atlas ran his tongue over the spoon he used to eat the scrambled eggs. Luz swallowed hard but recovered from the sudden desire to continue the productive conversation. “Possessive, conscious, and balanced,” he said expressing doubt. Atlas laughed. “I don’t know if this exists, Atlas, but I’ll consider it because you gave a very coherent explanation.” “I'm a unique man, Luz. Enjoy” he said maliciously, she couldn't control the blinks that her pussy g

Their eyes locked on me, and I knew instantly: this wasn’t going to be a polite chat about the weather. I stopped, adjusting the strap of my bag, and gave them the kind of grin that said I’m so glad you came to entertain me. “Zarek,” Atlas said, voice clipped, cold. “Atlas,” I answered cheerfully, tilting my head. “And his two backup dancers. Lovely evening for a stroll, isn’t it?” He didn’t smile. Of course he didn’t. He wasn’t built for smiling—too much tension in his jaw, too much weight on his shoulders. He stepped forward, and his friends shadowed him like loyal puppies.

He snapped back. “Who's starving?” Atlas walked in, my eyes trailed over his body and my jaw dropped opened, he was sweaty and shirtless too, the jeans he wore sat low on his hips and he was without shoes. “You’re staring Lai.” Atlas said brushing his dump hair backwards. I cleared my throat and closed my mouth as embarrassment washed over me. “Who's starving?” Atlas asked again turning to his brother with his brow slightly raised. “She is, if she continues being stubborn.” Ares said bringing me back to reality.

I said gesturing towards Eric whose eyes never left mine. "Every goddamn person in Cascarade isn't worth the effort except for my pack The Alcaders." My finger then starts pointing around from Eric, Serena, Alpha Reed, Clair, and to their packs. "YOU'RE ALL NOT WORTH IT." After saying that out loud and clear, I held my head high and shrugged my shoulder. I straighten my back and walk out of there without caring about anyone's opinion.

Atlas sat by the hospital bed and chatted with me for a while. He was unusually patient, but I did not want to listen to him anymore. Seemingly sensing my perfunctory attitude, Atlas did not say any more. He stood up, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette. "Naomi, Jasmine is pregnant." The pungent smell of cigarette smoke spread through the room. I did not expect him to say it so brazenly. "Yeah, I know."

Accidentally Mated To Alpha Atlas . Chapter THIRTY-FIVE: . Atlas seemed unable to get a hold on his frustration and anger that night. He needed to make some connections and Anais seemed bored. He only spoke when she was asked a direct question and Atlas was beginning to think that Anais had no interest in helping him at all. He was frustrated with himself that he had used Anais’s maiden name during the introductions and Crowley had noticed. Atlas was nearly pushed over the edge of his anger when Anais paled at the fish put in front of her. He wanted to roll his eyes at the drama. Racheal caught him out though so he asked for a new plate.

While I slipped on a pair of tight-fitting pants, and a snug top cropped above my belly button, I told Atlas about the dream I had last night. “Normally, I’d be skeptical, but this place is unpredictable.” Atlas grunted, perched at the end of the bed, his crystal eyes locked on me as I smoothed the ice-colored fabric over my chest. “We know little about Adelina as is, so it’s possible your dream wasn’t a dream.”

Daisy didn’t listen to him, still maintaining the same posture as she said: “You have to say it first, Atlas, don’t even think about deceiving me, don’t rely on me loving you so you can do whatever you want. I also have my principles.” She was confused by this matter, determined to find the answer. Atlas was completely defeated by her, he took the initiative to pull her closer to him, sighed, and said: “I’ve never slept with her or any other woman.” “What, you’re not kidding me, how old are you and you still say you’ve never slept with a woman, I don’t believe it, aren’t you all men who just hit puberty and immediately look for girls to satisfy your curiosity, and you’re the CEO of a large c

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

Atlas smiled cheekily. "Sweet talker." Catherine glared at him. "It's really delicious." Catherine smiled as Atlas started eating the porridge hungrily. "What should we do next?" Catherine asked. Atlas looked at her, "Ah. Let me think." After some time he asked, "What do you want to do?" Atlas almost choked up the food when she said, "Should we just sleep?" Catherine looked at him innocently. He quickly drank some water before clearing his throat. "Wae-e? Are you tired?"