Cloud Atlas The Book Review Novels & Stories

"I'll search the library for books. Perhaps we can find someone similar to Saf in the registry." Saf tilts her head at Atlas, eyes narrowing, not in challenge, but in the kind of ancient skepticism that makes you feel like your skin doesn’t quite fit right. “You won’t find me in any book,” she says flatly. "But we will try. I also want to understand you." "Thank you, Atlas." Atlas nods, sharp and certain. It’s not a polite gesture. It’s a vow. A we’re doing this together kind of vow. And I feel better, seeing him in peace.

It was torn into five pieces, random pages and bits of cover were scattered along the floor. Atlas had made his decision when he let Dean destroy my book, that much was clear. He had chosen her; his girlfriend of two years. Did that make him fully evil? Evil for choosing the girl he had loved for two years of his life? No, he wasn't evil. Cruel yes, but not evil. Mates were sacred, but rejections happened sometimes. "Take Michelle to the cafeteria, I'll be there shortly." Atlas nodded at Dean, and I wondered if his voice had always sounded that way. Silky yet rough, smooth yet raspy. I had heard his voice many times over the years, never once appreciating how it sounded.

But, a whole collection of a slave would be in fact more than abnormal. "Nyx, I'm serious." She whined. "No, you're not." I argued, shaking my head. "But, I am." She said, her tone firm and serious. "Really?" I teased, raising my brows. "Seriously, only your paintings are in the drawers and table of his usual desk." She spilled, making my heart take a flip. "I want to try reading this short story." Aurora said, showing me a little story book as she sat beside me. With nothing left to do, out of curiosity to see more of what Atlas has created I flipped through the pages of his journal, my excitement was short lived as I stumbled upon a shocking revelation.

"Hidden love is better than open hate." - Matshona Dhliwayo Arthur's POV After a quiet night infront of the television forced to watch Ryan Gosling desperately trying to love some rich girl who's parents doesn't approve of them, but unlike real life things seem to work out for them. I peek over Lilith to find her fast asleep. People who tend to live separate lives should probably continue doing so. If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work.

Atlas grinned to himself, shook his head to get rid of the thoughts and entered the elevator. The moment Atlas left the building, he already forgot the existence of that woman. To him, she's just one of his many one night stands. She won't be the last and certainly, the odds of them meeting again is fairly low. Atlas just came here for a business meeting. Tomorrow, he's back in his country and probably won't set foot here again. *** Cassandra squirmed in her seat, if she could melt the seat in front of her with her glares, she probably already destroyed it. Once she arrives at the godforsaken place, she will wreak havoc on whoever bought her the ticket.

"Many things are unexpected, aren't they? We can't judge a book by its cover.” "How are you so sure it's him?" I asked in confusion. "The timing. Everything that has happened since my father's return is related to him," Atlas said confidently. "Anything could happen." I couldn't help but admire Atlas's meticulousness. He wouldn’t overlook any detail. I told him about my previous feelings toward this person. Atlas scoffed, pinching my cheek and saying, "When someone does something, they’ll always leave traces behind.” "I can't imagine a person like that could be associated with a notorious fugitive." I shuddered at the thought.

I try my best not to look at Cody, it’s pretty difficult with his long muscular legs outstretched in front of him, his arms with his ropey veins running up from his hands to his biceps peeking below his tee are too much. Atlas is looking at me strangely, I avert my gaze from Cody and give Atlas a pointed stare. He glowers at me. Jeez, he needs to learn to relax some. Is it me or is he getting worse? Being off limits, trust me sucks like fuck. “How did your folks take it when you told them about Dallas?” I hear Atlas saying. I reach for a magazine from several that Anna hands out, she has a selection ranging from Cosmopolitan, Elle, Hello and some others. I take the Tatler magazine and start

Mira adds with a wink, dropping the books onto the table. Maximus growls. “Oh, relax. Your love interest is in safe hands. Atlas doesn’t fall in love,” she jokes. “What do you mean?” I ask quickly, my curiosity spiking. “She’s just speaking nonsense,” Maximus cuts in with a flat smile. I take a deep breath. I’m no fan of Atlas Lawson, but here I am, about to read every book written about him.

“Now, tell me, Alana. What is it that you really want?” He asked. The way he looked at me intimidated me and I disliked it so much. I wanted to be firm. I wanted to be confident. “I told you. I am here because I want my book!” I said maintaining my stance. Atlas chuckled. A soft and dry sound that mocked me. “That’s not what you are here for.” He said. He sounded so confident and blunt. I hated that he was right and it annoyed me so much that he was speaking so calmly to me after the way he treated me.

**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.