Bato Atla Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FIVE He moved towards her,and bethany begin to back away from him,she looked around that's when she realized what made the Salvador's run. She knew this guard from the orphanage, she just hoped he doesn't recognize her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?."He asked her. "I don't know."I said ,I could see him looking around if anyone was near. "Well, well what do we do with you now.?"he said slowly.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

(LANA’S POV) There was a moment of pure silence passing through the atmosphere as the boys simply stared at me. The butler narrowed his eyes at me and at them, he could very easily sense that there was some sort of strange thing going around. Then as if snapping out of his thoughts at once, Atlas stood up and walked towards me. Each step he took made my heart beat faster as I struggled to maintain holding his gaze. He was dressed only in shorts and his well framed physique was very obvious in the daylight.

His presence was both calming and awe-inspiring, a reminder of his omnipotence. Without hesitation, every soul in the afterlife bowed in reverence, including Alingat and me. Our foreheads touched the ground, acknowledging the majesty of Bathala. The air was filled with the whispers of the souls, their soft murmurs of respect and adoration. Bathala's gaze swept across the lake, his eyes piercing the veil between the worlds. He saw all, knew all, and his wisdom was beyond mortal comprehension. As the souls rose from their bowed positions, Bathala's voice boomed, "Rise, and let us speak of the mortal realm." His words carried weight, and I knew that whatever he had come to discuss would be of g

Levi gave her a teasing look. “Atalia, are you still yearning for him?” Levi glanced at Atalia’s direction. “Too bad, he will not go back in the Philippines.” Levi was pertaining to Christian Thompson. He was Atalia’s first love and an archaeologist. But, he was already busy chasing his dreams to discover for the lost pharaoh’s tomb in Egypt. “If Bobby wants some coffee later, you may brew the Barako beans in the kitchen.” Atalia suggested. “I placed it inside the small sack bag near the refrigerator. It’s good for easing headaches.”

"You haven't played with girls lately? Why? Repent or... you turn, okay?” "Bastard!" Atma threw a wad of tissue at his friend. Silence greeted table number 12. Atma was busy thinking about Bara's words while his best friend was busy playing with his cell phone. He scrolls through every post that crosses his Hastagram home page. His fingers stopped on a post showing a woman playing with two babies. “Isn't this Dean? Eh, but no, it's like... . “ Bara paused his words and looked at the picture on his cellphone. "This is Clarita, right?" he said, looking at Atma, who was also looking at him.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Ah yes, Peter. Darkous counted Atlas’ next attack, catching his un-coordinated brother with an abrupt slice to the upper chest. Although not deep enough to cause serious harm, now that would be too easy. Plus a lot less enjoyable for Darkous. Atlas stumbled back, shocked by the sudden pain that erupted through his body. Blood began to slither from the wound in Atlas’ chest, distracting him momentarily. This gave Darkous time to prepare for his signature baton attack, his favourite and most frequently used technique to render his opponent unconscious. Placing his katana carefully back into its holder, Darkous removed both of his batons from the inside of his black leather trench coat.

will fight for my people, I am still confused as to why I am to die in this ignorant manner. Everyone said the gods would stand for us, for we have acted in accordance to their laws; thus, we deserve sacred protection. This belief amazes me, for battles depend on the strength of men and not the gods. The gods give courage, but men fight the battle themselves. “I was counseled to take Banabella to the kingdom of Fallahi, - I mean your mother’s birthplace. I have handpicked a group of men who have been chosen to take Banabella to the village of Bo, in the kingdom of Fallahi. Don’t be surprised, my boy. Yesterday I read what was written on our wall. I saw our young men running away from Muzaga

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.