Atlas Of The Heart Novels & Stories

I push at his warm, hard chest, and by doing so I can feel his heartbeat against the palm of my hand, it is beating so fast while his eyes don't even give a single blink. "Talk to me now," But talking pressed against him, feeling him, smelling him wasn't easy and I was desperate for some air as the only thing I could feel was his hot breath against my cheek when he pulled me back in by the waist. "Who is Jack to you?" Atlas insists as he uses his hand to brush the hair from my face while tracing my cheek with his finger. The closer we are to each other the calmer he gets, his features relax and his eyes soften and become big and wide as he stares down at me.

Atlas slowly backed away from the chamber console, horror creeping across his face—real, human horror he had never shown before. “That pulse wasn’t his,” Atlas said quietly. “It was… a response.” Damian’s stomach dropped. “A response from what?” Atlas looked at him. “The heart of the network.” Damian’s breath froze. Sienna whispered, trembling, “What does that mean?” Atlas lifted his eyes to Damian. “It means… they know exactly where he is.” A low rumble echoed overhead—distant, but growing. Damian scooped Julian into his arms. “What’s happening now?”

*Aria* Atlas beckoned to me with a wolfish grin, and I found myself following him into the tiny room. It appeared to be a study. Bookshelves lined the walls, and an ornately carved cherrywood desk stood sentry on the opposite side of the room. That was pretty much all I had the chance to observe, as Atlas shut the door behind us and pushed me against the wall, covering his body with mine. I couldn't think of anything but the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on me. Fire pulsed through my veins as he kissed me again and again.

Atlas groaned, walking towards me. His finger jabbed against his chest. “It ached, every bloody day. My heart ached for you. But how dare I want you? How dare I get even greedy for even a minute? Hunter held himself up for me, was sane for me, strong for me… he was dying inside. Spending two years away from you was as hard as it could be. But you love your mother the most. He wouldn’t dare do anything to you. For once he had been good, listening to whatever stupid fucking decision it was your mother made,” Atlas explained, every grain of his existence bleeding into his words. He must have really loved them… wanted them so bad it gnawed him, ripped him apart from the inside out.

"Yes i am his daughter, how is he, is he okay" "Yes he is fine the doctor have been able to stabilize him, he is at the ICU he was brought in on time so the poison did not cause any severe damage". "Okay thank you nurse, can I see him now". "Yes you can the ICU is straight ahead the last door by your right". "Thank you". Samantha ran to the last door and saw her father lying unconscious. She became more sober and cried out her eyes. She picked up her phone to call Greg, it rang severally without him picking, still heart broken and didn't know what to do she decided to call Brenda.

The desperate cries of all four children echoed through hell as Darkous viciously ripped out their mother’s heart. Atnya’s lifeless body dropped to the ground, silencing the girl’s cries as she watched in shock; tears slipping free from her eyes. Darkous smiled as he turned towards the princess, the queen’s heart sitting neatly on the palm of his hand. The psychopathic lord laughed evilly as the girl’s violet eyes widened in horror, the action only pleasing him further as he turned towards Atlas. “Here catch.” Darkous taunted, carelessly tossing the heart towards his brother.

So after thinking about all that I felt like going to that room to finish what I had given myself permission to start. I tried to get out of bed, I had a lot of pain on the right side of my body. With my left hand I held that part of my body that hurt. I finally managed to get up. I walked slowly towards the door of the room. I was too disoriented, I did not understand where I was. After completely leaving my room and closing the door behind me, I kept walking until I found the first door. With sweaty hands I grabbed the lock, it slipped, I wiped my hand on the kind of robe I was wearing. I grabbed the lock again and turned it, very nervous. When I opened the door I found a man in his eighti

The kind of face you wore when the news was bad but you needed the patient calm enough to hear it. "Your echocardiogram shows significant left ventricular hypertrophy," Dr. Walsh said, pulling up the images. Emma's heart appeared on the screen, the walls thickened in ways that spoke of chronic strain. "Combined with your blood work and the information you provided about the trial drug—Compound 7—I can confirm what you suspected. Your heart has been working at elevated capacity for years. The damage is progressive."

Atlas looked at me, surprise and confusion taking over his features. “What's wrong with her?” He asked the Luna who had been watching us silently. “She's in her heart period, if she doesn't get touched by a man soon, it will continue this way for a few days.” She said, staring at us like we knew what to do. I cried as my insides burned up, it felt as if someone lit a fire and threw it inside me. “So what can I do to stop her from feeling this?”Atlas asked, carrying me bridal style.

she muttered to herself. She noticed Archie had left his phone unlocked. She snatched it up, and her heart sank as she saw Rosie's picture staring back at her from the home screen. The image felt like a punch to the chest, leaving her breathless. Why would Archie dare to use Rosie's photo as his wallpaper, replacing the picture of her and their daughter that used to be there? Her hands trembled as she opened the gallery app, and her worst fears were confirmed. Rosie's pictures filled the screen, making her heart race with anxiety.