Atlas Stories Novels & Stories

And he's either lying about the maid or I got lucky, because I didn't think to set that piece of the story in place. "What your point?" I ask, trying not to commit myself. "My point is that while it seems real, there are holes. Like, why no social media? Why no friends, no family? I'm sure your pals at that little organization would've loved to be present. What's it called again?" "Atlas," I say hoarsely. Nerves roiling my stomach. "Right, that's it. The Atlas Organization. Tell me, why not invite them?" "Whirlwind," I say. "Things moved fast."

“Hi, Emery.” She looked up at him with curious eyes. “I’m your dad,” he said gently. Emery blinked. “Mommy said you were far away.” “I was,” he said, voice soft. “But I’m here now.” She studied him. “Do you like bunnies?” Atlas blinked. “I’ve... never had one.” “This one’s name is Star,” she offered, holding it out. “You can pet her, but don’t squish her tummy. She doesn’t like that.”

There was a time when precisely because of my eyes the loneliness I form I participated in my trainings what made me even lonelier and it was precisely because of him and thanks to him being the only one who did not fear me that I was able to advance so much in such discipline. … On Sunday it is noticeable in the atmosphere next to a tranquility as much too overwhelming morning after helping grandma in the chores and after lunch I go up to my room to rest. When I open the door, my eyes stumble on that small shelf that welcomes me to my room, my eyes immediately turn to the new book I had recently bought, in its paste it shines in a bright red color framed next to some eyes that shine in a ye

'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 '

He picked up a blue envelope. "Read this one," Cale said. "You read it. You have the glasses." Cale opened it. "Dear Atlas," Cale read. "I know that's not your real name, but it fits. I lost my wife three years ago. I thought my life was over. I thought the timeline stopped. But then I read about how you started over. How you learned to like coffee again. How you learned to feel the rain. It gave me hope. P.S. I bought a dog. His name is Barnaby."

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.

Atlas interrupted us, "Nobody is to blame in here. I am so glad that I was able to rescue both of you on time. Let us go and practice already before the sun sets." We went to the deep part of the forest and I started hearing the footsteps and sounds of wild animals. I was so damn nervous that I was already clinging to Atlas. "Relax," he said, smiling at me, "There is nothing you should be afraid of. I know very well that this place is seriously dangerous but I am here with you. Have you forgotten how incredibly strong I am?" He smiled at me and that was enough for me to calm down. "Hey bro," said Jared, "Do you know how many memories we have in this place? I will never forget how the Moon Go

What has happened to my Atlas? 3 years later I was so happy today. Mr and Mrs Willaims called me today telling me that Atlas was coming back. It's been 3 years since we stopped talking but I still had hope he would come back for me. "Fai...he is here" Mrs Williams yelled from downstairs making me blush. In total it's been 5 years but 3 years since I haven't seen his face. My man sure has become famous. I'm so proud of him. He was finally the CEO of one of Mr Bailey's companies and he owned many other clubs, resraurants and other buildings. He was all over the papers and girls were going crazy afer him. I scoffed at that thought. Atlas belonged to me but was that the reason why he distanced h

"This is the last time he makes a fool out of me." As she listens, I go over my plan to break Atlas, starting with his good name. "I'm going to tell everyone the truth," I swear. Atlas and I worked together and have already sent exclusive deals to magazines and TV stations. We are going to make our failed marriage the biggest scandal on the West Coast.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to bright lights. “What the—” “You passed out in the car,” I turned to see Atlas sitting beside me. “The doctor said it was because of the stress, trauma, and…” I frowned, sitting up. “And what?” He glanced around, as the answer was on the walls before he grinned. “We may or may not be expecting another baby.” “What?!” “Don’t — Don’t shout!” “Don’t shout? Atlas I’ve pushed out four babies, darned right I’ll shout if I want to! You need to keep yourself in check!”