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Atlas is a being who considers himself a god who does not interfere in the affairs of mortal beings and who thinks himself immortal , he has also set boundaries on his land so that others do not cross them, and all the prey on his land belong to him , he is said to be the first creature to inhabit the island. Ahmet entered the lands of the white lion Atlas, but he was not alone, he took with him the new god the red flying goblin Frey, Atlas sensed their entry into his lands and roared with force to scare them , one of his servants was sent to prevent them from violating his land, Ahmet told him to come back and tell his master that the new god is here to talk about an important matter.

he said and turned around finally leaving me alone. I huffed and stood up, leaving my cabin to get some papers printed off. Now even though I am a CEO I prefer to do some things on my own even though I have my PA to do that. As I was walking down the corridor I saw Clara getting to close to Atlas while he was explaining something to her. Clara....the bitchiest...most sluttiest piece of shit of a woman I have ever seen in my life. Clara is the girl that everyone hates. She is Atlas's PA and has 4 faces. Yep...not 2 but 4 faces. She acts like an innocent little girl in front of Atlas but behind his back she acts like if she is his wife and the boss of this company. "Sure Sir....I won't let you

Raising my brow I laughed out loud. “What utter nonsense! That fellow is far too old to be my unborn daughter's mate,” I snickered but soon sobered seeing the seriousness on my grandfather's face. “Atlas has been searching for his other half for a long time and is certain this time,” he stated. “Well if it is true he will have to wait until she feels the same thing,” I proclaimed. Seeing them both shaking their heads I grew curious. “Is there a problem with that?” Atticus glared at Ellis and nodded.

But none of that affected Naomi upstairs. Atlas woke up at 2 a.m. He opened his eyes, still dazed by the sight in front of him. He didn’t panic. Instead, he replayed everything in his mind. He was being hunted. He jumped off a cliff, thinking he could escape through the river. But luck wasn’t on his side—a tree broke his fall. He passed out from blood loss. Right before falling, he thought he saw a helicopter—probably Shadow Blade’s crew. That’s how he got saved.

I needed to get that before I killed him. I sighed lowering her to the ground releasing my hold on her neck and walking back now deciding to sit on the bed where Atlas lay creating space between me and the others. I looked down to him curiously finding it odd he had not yet awoken. Had he truly been that weakened? His heart rate still beat steady, assumingly to mean he was in fact still asleep, but I wondered… “So you’re on a first name basis with her now? The fuck is she even doing here?” Wolfe’s annoying voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Hold on. Is Atlas okay? What the hell is going on? Someone start talking now,” he growled.

Unlike Elena's house, which was very big and had many rooms, Agatha's house only had one bedroom. The kitchen and living room in Agatha's house were in the same room with no partition. Therefore, Calista felt awkward and confused about how to respond to Agatha's request that Chris be allowed to stay overnight. Fortunately, the last time Chris was mating with Agatha, she was busy with the annual ball held at Raymond's house, so she didn't go home that night and stayed late into the morning.

Great job. ***Atlas*** The sassy 5ft human turned around to say something, and like I suspected, her frail looking legs gave way on the wet floor, and she let out a soft yelp as she fell. Purely, and I mean purely out of instinct, I was at her side in seconds, gripping her waist and pulling her back towards me to stop the fall. And I wish I didn't. Her lavender and citrus scent invaded my nostrils again, making my wolf purr in delight.

Natasha covered her mouth and laughed softly, "As expected of my brilliant darling, you've figured it out. We discovered Atlas will be spending the night alone at his villa in the suburbs, which is why we decided to make our move." "Could it be a trap?" Andrew asked cautiously. Dylan smiled. "What you don't know, Mr. Lloyd, is that after ending things with Yvonne, Atlas couldn't stand being alone. He's got himself a new girlfriend." He continued, "But this time, Atlas seems to have changed his taste—instead of movie stars, he's now going for influencers." "He's meeting her at the villa tonight for a romantic rendezvous," Dylan added with a knowing look. "Which is why we're confident it's not

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

Now I had to learn to live with that. I could have ended it back at the house. I could have looked Detective Nora in the eye and told her that Theodore Pierce was a lie—that he was the very ghost they were hunting. I could have whispered his true name: Azrael Atlas St. Claire. The Architect. But I didn’t. Because I’m not a fool.