Atlas Stories Novels & Stories

Asher asked Leika for an update on Atlas's condition, and this time the photo she sent showed Atlas in a room that resembled a bedroom, with wooden walls painted a bright light blue and several small canvas paintings with many abstract patterns on the walls. In the photo, Atlas was lying on a bed covered with a mosquito net. His eyes were closed, and half of his body was covered with a thick, colorful floral-patterned sheet. "This is the latest photo of Atlas," Trevor said, handing the photo Kane had sent to Tristan, Janus, and Lung Pakhun. "Ugh, this room looks like a crowded nursery," Janus muttered. He pointed to the abstract paintings on the wall and the floral blanket Atlas was wearing

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

"My head hurts… I can't keep up with your thinking, Mr. Lloyd. Just tell us what Madam Vostokoff and I need to do." "What does Atlas like to do? Does he have any weaknesses or… women he's particularly fond of?" Natasha scoffed. "Atlas is only interested in becoming the leader of Jayrodale's underworld. He doesn't really mess with women, except for this one actress he keeps—she's like his confidante." "Not many people know about this," Dylan added. "But I've done some digging. I heard he really spoils her - bought her a mansion, luxury cars, and spent big money promoting her career."

“I have no idea.” Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Atlas, who’s standing a ways away from the rest of the group, seething. His muscular shoulders are hunched, his arms crossed tensely over his chest as he stares down at the body with fire in his eyes. Fire… and pain. Addison hurries over to him, placing a hand on his arm, and amidst the chatter, I overhear her murmur, “It’s all right.” Atlas shakes her hand off. “What about any of this is ‘all right,’ Addison?” he growls, and without another word, he turns and stalks off in the direction of the forest.

Lily turned, finding him watching Atlas with a look that was unreadable but not entirely welcoming. Atlas’s eyes flickered to Ryle, assessing. "You must be someone important." "Ryle Kincaid," Ryle said, standing as if to make his presence known. "Atlas Caldwell," Atlas replied, his voice steady and calm. Ally muttered, "This just got interesting." Lily shot her a warning look before turning back to Atlas. "What are you doing here?" His gaze softened slightly. "I just got back." "After all these years?" Atlas exhaled slowly. "It’s a long story."

Seeing the youngest Alpha's face, he knew Atlas heard, "How much of all of this did you hear?" "All of it," Atlas growled. "Stupid Tristan trusted you; damn, he didn't know all of it was just a facade." Aidan laughed. "But I sense you're still too dumb to make sense of all of it," he began to pace slowly. "It all began years ago," he turned to Atlas and laughed, "na, you don't seem to have the patience to wait for tales, so I'll just list the achievements." Atlas pulled out the dagger from the sheath.

They all know. Atlas had heard it from whispers all his life, passed like some grim folklore from one student to another at Black Salt High. Everyone knew someone who knew someone who saw the signs in a friend, a sibling, a neighbor. The narrative always ran the same way: love blooms, the rot follows, the end arrives. It was less a story and more an inevitability. When he brings it up with Nova again, she’s sketching lazily in her notebook, sitting on a cracked stone slab near the church. Her eyes never quite meet his.

Kael leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, but his lips were curved in the faintest grin as Atlas launched into another ridiculous story. “…and then he actually fell face-first into the mud, screaming like a banshee, while swearing it was part of his ‘grand plan.’” Atlas slapped his knee, laughing too loudly at his own story. “I swear, I thought my ribs would crack from laughing.” Kael snorted. “You didn’t even help him out. You stood there and laughed until he nearly drowned.” Atlas gasped theatrically. “Excuse me, I was emotionally supporting him with my laughter.”

I can hear them talking in the other room and I'm praying that Dylan isn't being inappropriate. I balance the three dishes across both of my arms – the perks of working in hospitality – and take them out to the table. Atlas takes it upon himself to pour the glasses of wine and I can't take my eyes off his casual outfit. I've never seen him wear a pair of jeans but I'm loving it. We begin eating and the conversation is directed by Dylan towards Atlas. He asks about EarthX and what he hopes to accomplish. I have always wanted to know why Atlas started this company because he's very passionate about what he does.

Atlas asked when he saw Alton. Alton looked at me and then at Atlas. "Of course," Alton happily responded. "Come here Mommy, Uncle Alton," Atlas uttered then tapped the space beside him. Alton and I looked at each other before we decided to give in to Atlas's wants. I carefully occupy the space beside Atlas and Alton did the same. Atlas gave his favourite storybook to Alton and after that, Alton started reading the story. When Atlas fell asleep he was about to stand but I stop him.