Atlas Stories Novels & Stories

Fran- Nice Cover. Alpha Devon looks over the journal again and shakes his head. “You asked to see me, oh well, well, well, come to submit?” Atlas asks me. “You know you are mighty pretty.” “Atlas knock it off,” Devon tells him. “Want to explain this?” Atlas reads over the journal of attacks.

He tried to run to her but Anya restrained her with her embrace. Then Atlas turned his sights to the destruction of his own city again, laughing as he did so, releasing power from his staff, destroying the beautiful tall structures of Atlantis, pleased with himself. "Watch as your beloved city turns to dust, old sorcerer!" he declared. Anya, Eleejah and all the other maidservants hovered over Travan. "Grandpa! Grandpa!" cried Eleejah. "Master Travan, please say you're alright?" Anya clamored.

Trusting Atlas felt natural now in a way I couldn’t fully explain, but trusting all of this… trusting what it might mean if I was right… that was different. So I stayed quiet and listened. “What are you thinking about?” Calyx’s voice pulled me back immediately. I blinked and looked up to find all four of them watching me. Atlas’s hand tightened slightly against my waist. “I was just thinking about some stories my mother used to tell me,” I admitted carefully. Zeke leaned back slightly in his chair. “What kind of stories?” “Mostly old myths,” I said. “Ancient creatures. Warnings. Things that supposedly hunted supernatural bloodlines.”

Allison has been a widow for over 8 years now. Her husband died due to a car accident when she was 30 and now that she’s 38, she only lives alone with her son, James. Allison never tried to remarry or to even have a boyfriend with her side, as she thought that it would be better if she’d spend her time only to her son. Although, there were many men who wanted her and asked to date her, but she refused them all. This means that Allison haven’t had sex for almost 8 years now.

He watches pain like it’s a puzzle he intends to solve. Atlas reads balance sheets the way other kids read comics. He understands money as language, power as flow. When Daddy once joked that Atlas could run the Langston empire one day, Atlas looked up and said, “It already runs on patterns. I just see them faster.” Daddy did not laugh after that.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

"Ah, I actually have a plan. But it seems too dangerous for you." "What is it? Just tell me now. It could just be your mind, but it's not really dangerous in my opinion." Aaron took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "Poison. Didn't you know that near the Moon Stone Pack there's a lantana plant that thrives? I heard that many people used lantana to commit suicide in the past and succeeded." Elena's eyes lit up, and she nodded slowly. "Yes, I saw it once."

Heather replied. "I'll wait for it," Atlas said. "Will you watch it?" Heather asked. "Why not?" Atlas replied. "Tsk, you're just gonna tease me. You'll take pictures from my baddest angles and laugh at my awful face," Heather joked. "How did you know?" Atlas chuckled. "You know, Atlas," she began, "filming for my show might take a while, maybe even until after Christmas. It's a bit of a waiting game." Atlas leaned back, his hands resting behind him in the warm sand. With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Tatum helps me out of bed, and my legs still feel wobbly. "Justin is a hacker. I pay him to gather specific information for me when I need it quickly. He's expensive, but he's worth it. He's a werepanther. The men I'll have to pick them up actually work for the NYPD, but they're weregrizzlies." Wow, this is a whole new world. I can't help giggling as I picture Apollo standing beside a panther and two grizzlies. Before we get into the shower, Tatum calls to have a rental car delivered to us so we can drive ourselves. Just as we start heading toward the city, his phone rings.