Hearts In Atlantis Book Summary Novels & Stories

She stared at him. And for the first time in years, she didn’t see the man who destroyed her. She saw the man who once held her at midnight in a library and whispered her name like it meant something. “Why the marriage?” she asked softly. “Why force me to marry you?” Atlas stepped closer, eyes locked with hers. “Because I don’t trust you.” “And marrying me will fix that?” “No,” he said. “But keeping you close will help me find out who you really are now. And maybe… maybe I want to see if there’s anything left of the girl I used to love.”

Alatar is one of the most powerful warlocks to walk this earth, I don’t even think Evanora knows this. Alatar is a descendant of the first witch, after his parents died protecting him, my family took him in. When he found out Evanora was his mate he was so happy, he would finally have a family of his own. Unfortunately she didn’t share the same interest as he did, she only wanted a heir, not to be a mother. She was consumed by the thought of wanting more and more. Once Alatar realized that she would never change, he focused on Isla. He made sure she was loved and protected, he taught her good morals and values. He lived for her and when she died, I watched my best friend slowly become a shel

I tried standing up immediately but my legs felt too weak. I looked at the drugs lying on the other side of the room. “You have to try Athena,” I whispered painfully to myself. “Don’t let this pain win.” Despite the horrible pain tearing through my chest, I slowly started crawling toward it. Dragging myself across the floor. But the more I moved, the harder it became to breathe. Then I heard footsteps outside the door. My head turned immediately. The footsteps were getting closer. Panic filled me instantly. What if it were Dexter coming back?

“For the wedding.” I wanted to ruin the wedding, not give them a gift and wish them happiness. “No,” I replied. Atlas hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers once on the steering wheel before making a sudden turn. “Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously. “You need one.” “Atlas—” But he had already pulled into a parking space. I looked up at the building in front of us. Then I looked again. My mouth fell open. “You cannot be serious.” Atlas calmly unbuckled his seatbelt. “We’re here.”

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She was nothing. [ ATLAS ] The Vampire died of a heart disease. Ironic, isn't it? Atlas had struggled with a heart disease for most of his life, and then, it eventually killed him. When he had been chosen by Sin to enter into his Kingdom, Atlas made the decision to get rid of his heart as the price to pay. I guess he wanted to be fully rid of the organ that majorly caused him pain. With his heart gone, he became what one would call the living dead — without a beating heart. Yet, the man with no heart can still fall in love and cause major damages to my life. A vampire. His formation makes him different from other vampires in the Kingdom. And with this difference comes exceptional strength. O

The woman stood and frowned slightly, but I was still confused also. Atlas pulled me aside leaning close to me in a whisper to my ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin against my neck bringing on another swarm of those sensational tingles. “Onyx, let her do this. It’s a high honor, to gain loyalty of another from an act of selflessness and not because it is merely owed. Don’t reject her. It will be offensive. I know you don’t like stuff like this, but sometimes you just have to go with things. It’s easier than fighting. Trust me.” He pulled back and our eyes met once again. Feeling him this close was distracting and overwhelming. I almost forgot what I was meant to be doing. He asked me

Isolde said. "She saved you by giving away Aurora's daughter. Of course she saved you all. The key to saving us lies in the hand of Aurora's great great grandchild and she is in Lunaris Kingdom." "The ancient magic is awakening, and it resonates with its home. THE HEART OF AVALON IS ALIVE!" Aurelia declared before she turned and left the hall. The hall erupted into an uproar. Panic settled in everyone's heart.

“Let me tell you who they were.” So, I told Constantine about Ethan, his half-brother, whom he hated. However, Ethan had done nothing that deserved to be hated by Constantine. Then, I also told him about Helena. She was Ethan’s mate, whom Constantine wanted because she was the daughter of a powerful witch. Helena herself later found her power as a witch. I carefully told Constantine that he had tried to rape Helena before. He shook his head. “I’m a bad guy, but I have never thought I would stoop so low by trying to rape a woman.”

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room as he pounded into him, reckless, desperate, chasing oblivion. Groans and curses filled the air until the pressure inside him snapped. Atlan came hard, body jerking, collapsing forward onto Pero’s back as waves of release crashed through him. For a moment, the room was filled only with ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. But as Atlan lay there, chest heaving, he realized the silence hadn’t gone anywhere. It still pressed in cold, empty and unrelenting.