Atlas Shrugged Part 3 Novels & Stories

“You’re just going to stare?” Atlas whispered, “Just a little longer.” Jacob stood up and wiped his hands on his shirt. Atlas’s eyes followed every movement. Philip looked around nervously. “This is dangerous.” Atlas didn’t respond. Philip leaned closer. “Your Highness.” Still nothing. Philip lowered his voice. “If someone sees you watching a farmer like this…” Atlas finally blinked. Reality returned. Philip was right. Atlas looked away reluctantly. “…we should go.” Philip nodded. They turned their horses. As they rode away, Atlas glanced back once more.

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

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?"

“Thank the gods—you had me worried sick.” I couldn’t help the genuine smile that broke across my face. “Zarek.” But even as I reached for him, I caught the subtle shift in Atlas’ posture from the corner of my eye. He stepped back, his expression darkening, unreadable again. “Seems you have company,” Atlas said smoothly, but there was an edge in his voice now. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the ward, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. Zarek frowned after him. “What was he doing here?”

My heart clenched as Miguel’s gaze found mine, his expression triumphant. "where is Atlas?"

she smirked and turned on the tv making me chuckle. While we were all watching tv, Atlas tried touching my shoulder by leaning him arm around Mel so she couldn't see. I gave him a seductive smirk making him pout his lips, like he was desperate to kiss me. He then sat stiff as if he remembered something. He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. "What the hell Atlas...I was watching that....you just ruined the suspense" Mel glared at him. "I know but listen...I just remembered to tell you both something" he said rather quietly which made me worried. "What happened Atlas?" I said now walking towards his side of the couch, sitting next to him placing my hand over his which he tightened. "Fai

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

I said, glancing at his mother and giving a timid smile before facing Atlas again. I heard Atlas sigh in defeat. "Fine! You're so hardheaded." Atlas took his gloves off and held my hand. He guided me somewhere while holding my hand tightly. We stopped in front of a Molave Tree. He instantly faced me with a worried expression. "I-I'm sorry. Are you mad?" I asked. "I'm just worried about you and our baby." He sulked and distanced himself for a bit. I watched him do his thing. My eyes widened when I saw him stripping his clothes in front of me.

She breathed a sigh of relief, she thought he was going to push her away. The two were silent, no one said a word. Daisy saw him quietly close his eyes, she didn't dare to bother him. At that moment, Atlas suddenly opened his eyes. Touching his expressionless eyes, Daisy was a bit stunned. She gently asked: “Are you feeling better?” Atlas didn't answer, just stared at her. He didn't understand why he listened to this woman. This made him feel a bit depressed. He lowered his head to look at their hands. Atlas suddenly took his hand back and pushed the wheelchair somewhere else.

“Do you think she’ll be fine?” Atlas moved toward her, his long, gnarled fingers brushing against the air as if feeling for something unseen. His silver-gray beard cascaded down his chest, and his eyes, old yet sharp with wisdom, studied her intently. He pried open her eyelids, revealing the haunting blue beneath, then carefully lifted her hand. He froze when he spotted the Shadowsborn mark seared into her skin. His fingers hovered over it, barely touching the surface before he turned to me with an unreadable expression. “Did you know about this?” he asked, his voice carrying an undertone of urgency.