Atlas Romane & Geschichten

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

If I couldn't control my emotions in the same room as him, there was no way I'd last more than a day in this pack. Judging from appearance, Atlas hadn't changed much. His hair was still that startling shade of platinum blonde, short on the sides and long on the top. He had filled out more, though that was to be expected. His broad shoulders and large physique made him look quite brute-ish, but what he lacked in speed, he made up for in strength. His face was all sharp angles, covered in a light spattering of blonde stubble. Those crystal eyes stared back at me, silent and daring. The hint of a smirk and the silent dare in his eyes sent irritation flooding thro

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.

I don’t think so, my head is full of Immi and that ain’t going to change anytime soon. That girl has literally ruined me for any other woman out there. I don’t want any other girl; I want Immi and not just to fuck. She’s done something to me with her hypnotic eyes, the way she moans when I’m inside her and my name on her lips drives me crazy. “Nah, I’m not interested in any more girls.” Atlas stops in his tracks and laughs. “You are shitting me, right? You can’t help yourself. In fact, I expect you’re going out later to get laid by a couple of girlies.” He punches me in the arm. We reach the door to our changing room.

Nathan: “Any news from Donatello?” I asked Carter who shook his head. We had our men roaming around, searching for news about the Italian; however, the man seemed to have disappeared, like literally, no news of him was found anywhere. “Not at all, some say that he went back to Italy, but we haven’t found any records of him going to the airport, and his planes are all here. He’s probably at his mansion, or having something new for his new businesses” I nodded, chewing the inside of my mouth before dismissing Carter. I still had four meetings to go today, and knowing that one of my main investors and allies wouldn’t be there was a problem that I didn’t want to think of dealing with. The idea o

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

“I have no idea.” Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Atlas, who’s standing a ways away from the rest of the group, seething. His muscular shoulders are hunched, his arms crossed tensely over his chest as he stares down at the body with fire in his eyes. Fire… and pain. Addison hurries over to him, placing a hand on his arm, and amidst the chatter, I overhear her murmur, “It’s all right.” Atlas shakes her hand off. “What about any of this is ‘all right,’ Addison?” he growls, and without another word, he turns and stalks off in the direction of the forest.

different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max. When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.

I was stunned into inaction as my eyes caught the look on his face. Atlas, with his pair of piercing blue eyes, stared at me. "So, which one is your friend? This tree or that grass?" Atlas looked at me sharply and coldly. He gave off a sinister aura from within himself. His face, which helped make him look good, also helped when he tried to look scary.