Novel & Cerita Cloud Atlas Novel Synopsis

[This chapter contains mature content] 18th century... 8 years ago... "Atlas, Why are we in the church?" Catherine looked around and got confused when Atlas removed his hands from her eyes. Atlas smiled cheekily. "You'll see." He pulled her to the chancel and stood beside her. Catherine titled her head confusingly, "Are we here to pray for something?" Catherine bit her lower lip as he shook his head, "Then why?" After taking a deep breath Atlas kneel down in front of her. "Park Catherine. Will you give me the honor of being my wife?" Atlas knew he loves this girl, he wants her to be his wife. He wants to spend his whole life with this sweet girl.

When he retreated to his study, I came out here. The weather was humid and hot, even for nighttime. I looked up at the sky and saw a hint of orange, indicating that rain might come later, as predicted. I hoped the rain would come tonight rather than tomorrow, so Jess’s barbecue plan wouldn’t be ruined. As I aimlessly strolled around the garden, I heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, I saw Atlas walking in with a lit cigarette between his fingers. When he lifted his gaze and saw me, he looked taken aback. He quickly hid his hand behind him, trying to conceal the cigarette, but it was too late—I had already seen it.

(RHEA’S POV - IN ATLAS'S BODY) The banquet hall was a sea of glittering chandeliers and soft murmurs. It was a complete contrast to the chaotic bloodshed, screams of terror, and the scenes of the Glorywayne’s maids and servants hunts from my past life. Atlas extended his homemade cocktail towards me. I took the glass, my hand trembling as I felt its cold surface. “Hey,” Atlas said, still standing and half-leaning towards me. He gave my hand a firm grasp. We didn't exchange many words, but in that brief moment, Atlas locked eyes with me. The gentle pressure of his slender fingers sent a wave of comfort through me.

He picked up a blue envelope. "Read this one," Cale said. "You read it. You have the glasses." Cale opened it. "Dear Atlas," Cale read. "I know that's not your real name, but it fits. I lost my wife three years ago. I thought my life was over. I thought the timeline stopped. But then I read about how you started over. How you learned to like coffee again. How you learned to feel the rain. It gave me hope. P.S. I bought a dog. His name is Barnaby."

“Yes… congratulations.” But inside him, in a way he felt relieved. Because if Gaius was getting married then the pressure on him would reduce. His father would focus elsewhere and he would have time. Time to figure himself out. Time to understand this….thing inside him. The sudden pull towards Jacob and his confusions. — That night… Atlas lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling again. With different thoughts in his head The thought of Gaius getting married. His marriage to Lady Katherina. Jacob who has been missing from the farm for some days now.

He ended all catastrophes with the mighty power of his hand. He brought with him a little boy who would soon establish the mighty kingdom of Atlantis. Fifty years later, she married this grandson of a God. Atlantis was the only kingdom on Earth ruled directly by a God, in her beliefs. Now in the present, could it be that another God is waging war upon them? What are the odds that they would win in a supernatural war? She looked at her daughter. "We must get to your father fast." What they saw in the throne room gripped them. The biggest enemy ship hovering high-up above the sky flared its blue light at King Atlas, who stood spell bounded on the edge of the terrace. Wrapped up in the light ba

I was lost in my thoughts when Atlas walked inside the room and sprawled on the couch in his expensive suit. Perfect. Why not have some fun? “You know Hazel, if you came on date with me that night then I would’ve never let you go. You’d have been my girlfriend and imagine how badass couple we would’ve been, working as detectives in the crime branch who were once High school’s sweetheart.” I grinned. Atlas scowled. “If you think that your words will earn any reaction from me then sorry to burst your bubbles.” I laughed. “Right. I forget that now you’re fucking her.”

**ATLAS** I never had to question the kind of man I was until I was standing in my home office, peering at the images projected on the wall in hopes of freeing the woman sleeping under my roof. My thumb tapped against my lips, and I shut my eyes, feeling the delicious burn of fatigue pulsing through me. I could chastise myself, question my decisions and what exactly I had done—but I did not think. I just…brought her home. Now, the noose wrapped tightly around my neck, and it dawned on me by the complexities projected on the wall that Calista was in deep trouble.

And not the one I surely think it is. The body is blue, swollen. He might have been bitten by a poisonous snake. I’m too far from the pack. How do I get help? I take a deep breath, calming myself as I shut my eyes. “Atlas,” I whisper in my mind. “I found a dead body in the Tall Forest.” ~Atlas’s POV~ That girl is a puzzle. One I intend to dissect, piece by meticulous piece, until there’s nothing left she can hide. Life is ironic, and some twists are undeniable. This is the first time sparing someone’s life has turned out to be a great help.