Atlas Shrugged Book Novels & Stories

Atlas removes his hands from my hips, moving forward and taking my hand, tugging me towards the nearest path. When I don’t move, he turns to look at me, pulling gently. I shake my head, gasping as an unprecedented sense of foreboding rolls over me. Tala whines in my head, pawing at the back of my mind. She doesn’t understand why I wouldn’t move, or what that feeling is. Atlas stops, watching me carefully.

Atlas smiles, shaking his head softly, "No need. I have plenty of suits to choose from." This comment reminds me of our interaction at the coffee shop the other day and I try not to laugh. You know this man has lots of money when he doesn't care about destroying expensive suits. Without warning, Atlas begins unbuttoning his shirt. I freeze, my eyes are unable to tear away from his long fingers moving down the buttons at an agonizingly slow pace. He must know I'm watching him because he takes his time pulling the thick fabric away from his toned shoulders. I could've lived my life in ignorant bliss knowing that Atlas has a gorgeous face and wonderful personality. But now, I've been blessed wi

Atlas asked and left the couch he sat down, running to check what's wrong with his twin brother, Atlene pushed him away and stopped coughing. “Don't come closer to me moron” He glared and stood up from the couch heading out of the lounge, My siblings, and friends whispered between themselves, wondering what's wrong with him, I scoffed watching their confused state. Atlas paced to and fro the lounge confusingly shaking his head and stomping his foot on the floor, confusion written all over his face and He ran out of the lounge following the direction Atlene took. **Atlas POV***

With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in." Heather raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that." "Whoa! Well..." Atlas pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"

When I wake up, Atlas is sitting up beside me, reading the book I had recently been devouring to keep myself entertained. Eyes widening, I feel a wave of embarrassment flare through me as I realize just what that book was full of. "You’re up?" Atlas asks, not missing a beat. "Y-yeah," I respond, trying to ignore the burning on my cheeks and the back of my neck. "Um… How much of that have you read?" "Enough," he smirks. "No wonder you’re such a freak in bed." Shit. Could the earth open up and swallow me whole now? How could I have forgotten to hide that book like I was doing all the other times? Now he was going to think that I was some weirdo for reading such things.

"I'll search the library for books. Perhaps we can find someone similar to Saf in the registry." Saf tilts her head at Atlas, eyes narrowing, not in challenge, but in the kind of ancient skepticism that makes you feel like your skin doesn’t quite fit right. “You won’t find me in any book,” she says flatly. "But we will try. I also want to understand you." "Thank you, Atlas." Atlas nods, sharp and certain. It’s not a polite gesture. It’s a vow. A we’re doing this together kind of vow. And I feel better, seeing him in peace.

She was like a greedy cat seeking for more petting, and not letting go of the source of this petting. “You aren’t a child anymore,” Atlas shook his head wryly and said. Yet there was still a large smile on his face. He clearly liked the attention he was receiving from his daughter. Finally he was able to get Sharon off him completely – well, not completely. For she still clung onto one of his arms like a koala. Once he had Sharon’s attachment sorted with, Atlas turned to face the youngest of his five children, and arguably the most talented.

'lavanya, I am leaving. Don't forget to call me if you are going anywhere ' said Nithya 'Nithya, I am also with you ' 'with me ' Nithya rolled her eyes.. 'I am not a child and I am fine now... Samaria is out of my mind, so don't worry ' 'Nithya don't you remember, tomorrow I have a test, I am planning to explore the city. And how can I leave you alone in the alien world. And I '

I needed a shark to protect me from a bottom-feeder, and Atlas was the biggest shark in the ocean. After spending the whole afternoon pretending to organize my bags and prep for classes, I was bored out of my mind. I decided to head to his office. I kept on the tiny jersey shorts but threw an oversized hoodie over them, making it look like I had nothing else on underneath. I knocked once. He didn't answer, but I knew he heard me. I didn't wait. I turned the handle and walked in anyway. Atlas was sitting behind his desk, looking like a literal Greek god in nothing but grey joggers and a plain white t-shirt that hugged his chest in all the right places. He didn't even look up from his laptop a

I whispered. Atlas nodded slowly. The heat in his eyes sharpened, dropping to my mouth. He looked hungry. "And that was it," he murmured, his voice rasping. "I don’t take advantage of girls who are tripping on drugs. But..." His gaze grew heavy. "I’m not above helping you with the heat." "Hallucinating..." I breathed. The word felt like a ghost on my tongue, but it brought a strange peace. "I’m glad you told me that."