Novel & Cerita Atlas Shrugged Book Reviews

Zara’s POV The whisper sliced through me, colder than the cold air outside. For a second, my knees buckled. I wanted to vanish into the polished floor, to let the ground crack open and swallow me whole. But when I forced my gaze up, that’s when I saw them. Atlas. Standing near the fountain centerpiece, his shoulders tense, his jaw carved. His eyes—usually calm, unshaken—darkened as if a storm had been summoned inside him. His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white against his suit.

"I'm not asking you to pull the trigger. I'm just asking you to... not interfere. When the moment comes." "If I do nothing, he'll know. He'll punish me." "Not if you're smart about it. Not if you have deniability." She leaned back in the water. "Think about it. That's all I'm asking." Atlas was quiet for a long time, his hands moving mechanically, washing her arms, her back. "You're different than the others," he said finally. "What others?" "The ones before you. The ones he broke." Atlas's voice was hollow, distant. "They all gave up eventually. Stopped fighting. Stopped hoping. Just... existed until he got bored."

Aside from the dark circles under his eyes, he also had stubble around his chin. “Do you have a problem with me, Atlas? This isn’t the first time that I spent a week with my father. Why does it seem like it's my fault, again?” “You should’ve told me! So that I wouldn't look like a crazy fool waiting for you!" He held my arm. It was painful but I ignored it. All I cared about was the glint of frustration in Atlas’ eyes. He's angry. I blinked twice. Then blinked once more. I'm a psychiatrist. I could read minds and emotions. It was rare to see Atlas having this reaction towards me. I don't know if I should be happy or worried.

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

Gods I'm going crazy. I watched Atlas go back to looking for a shirt. I just awkwardly stood there, fixed to my spot. "It's a double XL" Atlas said, making me look up at him. He looked up from what he was doing and met my eyes. "My size" I nodded and stumbled across the room, trying to find a shirt for him and also ignore the immense awkwardness that was blanketing the entire room. Oh goddess...

It just couldn’t get out that I hadn’t found my wolf yet. “We will not be shifting today, just going over the basics in human form,” Atlas announced to the class, looking at me all the while. There was something in his gaze that confused me. He was smirking at me charmingly, like he was doing this for me on purpose. The relief I felt overshadowed the confusion though.

They have me unfurling like a snail peeking out of its shell. Atlas is a man, a very masculine one at that, and I know that his body knows when a woman is soft for him. Using his fingertips he gently turns me so I'm facing him, and lifts my chin up so that I'm staring into his eyes even though it is still very dark outside and the rain is still falling like a wailing mother at her baby's funeral.

I moan, leaning into the toilet seat. “You can’t die.” Atlas says, holding my hair back as we sprawl across the toilet floor. He’s leaning his head on the wall and his eyes were closed the last time I looked at him. “I am.” “No.” “Everybody dies.” “When they’re old and boring. You’re neither.” “I will be one day.” “You’ll never be boring.” I snort. “That’s just your biased opinion.” “No, that’s a fact. It’s just who you are. One big mystery. Mysteries are never boring.”

I shrug my shoulders and take a sip of my drink. “I guess time will tell, though I’m not sure it would be smart to put too many eggs into that basket.” Atlas places his hand on his chest and closes his eyes. “You wound me deeply.” I smile, loving how easy this is. I initially thought that talking to Atlas would be like pulling teeth. I didn’t think he’d end up being so personable. I guess that’s a lesson in assuming things. “What’s going on in your mind?” I look at Atlas, hating that I was so lost in thought.

Atlas was drowned in thoughts and Allison while Harper was thinking of how he had spoken to her at the party. "Atlas, I want to talk to you." "Harper, I want to speak with you." They chorused, and gulped simultaneously. Alpha Atlas continued. "You can speak first." "Okay. Why were you defending the slave instead of standing up for me? You spoke to me in such a manner just because of a slave, Atlas." Harper cried out. Alpha Atlas scoffed. "Harper, I would appreciate it if you don't try to hurt that girl again. She apologized, and you still went ahead to slap her."