Chick From Atlantis Novels & Stories

Listen, who among our allies are with you? ‘Master Byron, the Atlantean guy, sea guy, raging Atlantean girl, another Atlantean person, and a small Atlantean female person.’ I wanted to ask Fifi about the ‘raging Atlantean girl’, but I doubt she could give me more description than the one she already gave me. ‘Fifi, do you think you can give them a ride on your back and bring them to Urei’s…clam? It’s important that we should be all together.’

“See, I have better aim at opening the door than that idiot. How do you survive with him?” I rolled my eyes and got out, brushing past Atlas into the house. “Once the sky stops crying, I will leave this place!” I promised, plopping down on the chair. “Here,” Atlas said, handing over a document. My eyes widened when I realized it was the prototype for Clava. This was exactly what we needed to do— “Ah, a-ah! Not so fast.” Atlas retracted his hand. “Where did you find the prototype?” “Prototype?” Atlas scoffed, looking offended for a moment. “This is the original, Julia. That thing only has prototypes. I always have the original. I am always one—”

her voice was now sad. Shit, now I am the bad guy. Her body dragged me back to the middle of the beach, the children looking at me in disgust. I growled again, pulling Uriel to me. “Listen,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “As soon as we figure some things out,” the children’s heads whipped to listen to my voice. “I will take you to Atlantis so you may visit your new friends.” Uriel’s eyes widened. The once warmth of tears washed away. “You would do that? Take me there to Atlantis?” I chucked, rubbing her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “If it would please you, then yes of course, I will.” Even if it means being buried under millions of gallons of water. It was already giving me an

I look over at him as he was beside Hera "Only a bonus for me," he replied smugly I was about to swim under Hera to get to him and beat his ass, but Demeter grabbed my ankle sending me a glance. "Bitch," I mumble as we arrive somewhere. It was a city? An underwater city. Is Atlantis real? I think I might pass out again. I just can't believe that Poseidon actually has a giant fork. "It's not called a fork," Death says from beside me. "First, mind your fucking business, and second, I didn't ask you," I tell him as we walk inside the giant dome-like building where mermaids were teaching fish to play instruments and stuff.

From her house. “Hey babes,” Janelle cooed to the camera, her voice switching from venom to sugar in a heartbeat. “I’m standing inside the Westwood mansion right now. You won’t believe who I’m here with. The side chick who forged Darius’s will to steal everything from me!” Alaya shot to her feet. “You need to leave. Now.” Janelle spun the camera toward Alaya, who was standing behind the desk with her arms crossed. “There she is,” she said, pointing like she’d just found Bigfoot. “Lying. Manipulative. And now a criminal.”