Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

"We can't trace them with so little information." "So we can't find out who they're working for?" I murmured frustratedly. Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly asked Atlas, "What about the money? Did you really transfer six hundred million to him?” After hearing my urgent questions, Atlas, who had been wearing a serious expression, finally revealed a charming smile. "You can rest assured, my little money lover. How could I compromise with them and hand over the money so easily? My money’s hard to get. If it were so easy, everyone would come out of the woodwork to blackmail me," he said confidently, with the air of a strategist.

I said, Atlas has an adorable confused look on his face, he's so clueless like his father. "Mamá what she mean?" He asked. "Nothing honey, it's nothing." He goes back to playing with his sand castle, both our kids are extremely smart. Calliope has a good memory and is always aware of what's going on around her and Atlas likes to be sneaky and listen in on conversations he shouldn't be listening in. "I love you guys." I tell my kids. "Love you mamá." They repeat at the same time, Eleni shrieks happily bouncing on her father's lap.

“And whatever you do, do not touch me.” I roll my eyes and nod. “I’ll avoid that like you’re the plague.” “Good,” he says firmly. The rest of the trainees leave the room, leaving only us, the Gamma, and a woman I don’t recognize. But something about her feels familiar, like I’ve known her before. “What you need to do is very simple,” Atlas begins, his eyes locked on me; cold, and devoid of emotion… yet beautiful. He has his father’s eyes, but his are a deeper and brighter shade.

June said, disconnecting the call. "Who died?" Atlas asked, waking up naked. He walked to the wardrobe to get himself a new pair of clothes to wear as Octavia watched him. He wasn't so bad naked; he was good-looking, a well-groomed man with firm buttocks. "I am sure it is not my butt that died," Atlas teased, noticing that Octavia was looking at his butt and not answering his question. Maybe he should start getting more naked around her; it seemed she was turned on by things like that.

While others saw charm with no effort, Atlas was more cautious, almost on guard, as if he was waiting for Frank to crack and turn out to be a complete jerk. That very hesitation hooked Frank harder than any slam dunk could. Then there were Atlas’s unique qualities that made him impossible to ignore: the gentle, androgynous features that bullies at Brookstone High loved to mock, the quiet insight that allowed him to pick up on things no one else noticed, the way his sarcasm hit just right, and that rare, crooked smile which felt like a cherished secret meant only for Frank. Before he knew it, Frank had fallen head over heels for the quiet gay boy the rest of the school had dismissed as an eas

Xander twirled around again, his fingers flashing over the keys on one of the many keyboards on his console. "Their healer isn't even in her thirties?" Atlas asked. He was still wearing his stethoscope. He looked up from a file in his hands. His bright green eyes a startling contrast to his almost white blond hair. "Do you think I could speak to her? Get her to submit to an examination?" I laughed. Dr. Atlas was with us today. Not to be confused with the less geeky regular Atlas, Dr. Atlas was only interested in facts, reports, and exams.

The city held its breath. Not a single screen flickered without purpose. Not a single drone wavered. Not a single Leviathan misstepped. Aurora Hale walked forward. Not fast. Not slow. Perfect. Every step measured. Every movement synchronized with the heartbeat of Atlas itself. Red light flickered in her eyes, deeper now, sharper. Behind her, six distinct presences aligned in the storm, each impossible to ignore: the six billionaires. Adrian Cross, closest and tethered, eyes wide but steady, mind racing to keep Atlas online without interrupting the singular flow of power Aurora had become.

Only now I pay more attention to his form - covered from head to toes in dark red goo. My breath hitches as Lenox slowly turns around and waves his hand. “Sorry, pal, that was my friend Atlas. The fucker isn’t a friend, but it’s not like I can get rid of him. You know, like that itch on your ass cheek that’s supposed to disappear once you scratch it, but instead of fading, it becomes worse? Yeah, that’s Atlas.” I keep opening and closing my mouth but even a word doesn’t leave me. I’ve seen plenty of crazy things in my life, but this one is taking the cake.

"After... everything. Bold choice. Stupid, but bold." "Go away, Charlotte," Ryker growled, stepping forward. Charlotte ignored him. She looked at Evans, slumped in the chair. "Look at him," she mocked, tilting her head. "The fallen king. You look terrible, Evans. Maybe you should have stuck to water last night." Evans looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Maybe you should have stuck to cheering instead of pharmacy." Charlotte's smile didn't waver. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know that Atlas is on a warpath. And when he's done with the other team... he's coming for you."

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”