Atlas Rose Novels & Stories

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

she asked, her hand gently touching my arm. Atlas stood close, his presence both a comfort and a torment. The subtle vibrations continued a constant reminder of my precarious situation. I nodded weakly, trying to muster a convincing smile. "I... I'm just a bit lightheaded," I stammered, my voice trembling. Aunt Rosa's concern deepened. "Maybe you should rest a bit in your room," she suggested. Atlas's eyes locked onto mine, a silent communication passing between us. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the power he held over me at that moment was undeniable. The slow, torturous rhythm of the vibrator kept me teetering on the edge, my body aching for release.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

Athena rose from her bed with a dulling pain in her heart, one she tried so much to ignore but kept coming back. Everything about her was slowly succumbing to the absence of the annoying footman. She tried not to think too much of him but kept failing miserably every single time. She even snapped at Damien when he tried to make a joke about Alex's absence. She didn't want to be his mate but that didn't give anyone the right to talk carelessly about him in her presence.

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

This time, she didn’t argue, walking at his side. Soon, a large flower caught her eye. Its red petals edged with orange glowed like fire, and its scent was divine. Entranced, Darina leaned closer. “Stop!” Atlas’s voice boomed. “It’s just a flower. I wanted to smell it,” she said, confused. Atlas hurled a stone at it. The flower snapped it up with huge teeth, gobbling it whole. “That could’ve been your nose,” Atlas said flatly. “Don’t touch anything. Stay close. And ask before you do something stupid again.”

"I thought you liked it when I act possessive." I let out a short laugh. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You don't know what I like." I followed Jorah, spinning the rose between my fingers. I hadn't gone two steps before a strong hand clamped around my wrist. I was pulled back sharply, stumbling to a halt. I looked up into Atlas’s hazel eyes. They were dark, his pupils huge with a mix of temper and something much heavier. "I promise you, Kaia," he said, his voice dropping to a low, heated growl. "I can satisfy you in ways you’ve only dreamed of... and a few you haven't even thought of yet."