Atlas Romane & Geschichten

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

That was when she realized Atlas had already fallen into a slumber as soft snores escaped his nostrils. Retracting from him, Alexa smiled as she gazed at him, her heart melting with awe. Atlas was the cutest toddler she'd ever seen if she were to be very honest. The way he bore a striking resemblance to not just her but also to Jordan fascinated her about him. He literally reminded her of Jordan (although Atlas's resemblance couldn't be compared with that of Blair's).

she said, I was so confused. Whose talking I asked? I am Atari. I am your wolf. Said the voice. I was just even more confused. Unless I had been asleep 6 weeks I could not have a wolf yet. The moon goddess has gifted me to you early. She told me To help you survive what’s coming. You have a lot of great things to achieve Nova Lawrence but first you have to face more trials. I am here to help Atari says to me. I don’t like the ominous sound of that. Atari laughs softly in my head. Sorry little human she says to me, I don’t like it either, but we have a duty and a destiny. Now go back to sleep.

A fucking idiot. I enlarged the picture and turned the screen towards Atlas. “Look at his left forearm.” Atlas bent closer, squinting at the screen. He shifted his cigarette to his other hand, careful not to drop ash on my phone. “What am I looking at?” “The scar.” “What scar?” “The long one near his wrist. Right there.” I tapped the screen. Atlas leaned in another inch, his eyes following my finger. “Okay. I see it.” I took the phone back and enlarged the image again, until the scar was impossible to miss.

I take a deep breathe slowly, wishing someone would join us and I don’t have to feel this atmosphere alone. ……………. Now there are 8 of us sitting here. Introduced each other and a little jokes to crack the stranger’s feelings among us. I saw that guy in front of me, he is Ivan, seems humble and nice, not kind of overbearing person- just like the first guy I met here-. Then the guy at the edge of this table, Arthur, he’s the tiniest in comparison to the other guy here. He has fair skin with knee-length shorts and wearing glasses, well he looks casual even though he was the one who said that maybe we have to consider re-schedule the meeting due the rain hasn’t stopped in his place. For that rea

Travan thundered. Atlas watched as Travan floated mid-air air; his eyes becoming fireballs of light. He realized what the old man is doing--- Travan is summoning all of his powers. The breeze around them quickly grew thick and strong and the heavens grew dark and gloomy and the ground shook. Suddenly, a bolt of light captured Atlas from the heavens. He fell off his feet and growled in pain. "Wh-what...p-power!" his mind cried out. He raised his hand in desperation at the ship with blue lights and almost immediately he was beamed out from the spot where he stood, successfully escaping Travan's powers.

“Set up a reservation for dinner at four. That’ll be enough time for us to stop by the penthouse as long as it’s not far.” Jia shifted in her seat and relaxed her shoulders slightly, the first physical acknowledgement of Atlas’s existence that she had given up since their disastrous clash ten minutes ago. “I don’t own a smartphone,” she said stiffly. Without missing a beat, Atlas pulled out his own from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and unlocked the screen with a brush of his thumb against the device’s small fingerprint scanning notch. He tossed it to Jia, who only just barely managed to catch it with both hands before it

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

Scarlett was the one she said was in her way, while Atlas was in Atlene's definitely. Atlene hears movement in the forest, and immediately jumps out of the water: his eyes red from all exposure to the water, his mind alert, and his body poised to fight vigorously to the death. Atlene swims to the shore in order to at least be dressed while fighting the approaching battalion in his head.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.