I Can't Save Us My Atlantis We Fall Novels & Stories

I facepalmed myself as I groaned. Atlas shot me a scowl. “Why do you sound disappointed?” His voice rose slightly, laced with irritation. I glanced around to make sure no one was listening and leaned in closer, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Atlas, do you realize what this means? We need Alpha Caden’s help. He might be our only way to survive this.” I emphasized the last word, my eyes locking with his, the urgency clear. Atlas crossed his arms, incredulous. “So what? You’re saying I should’ve just let him—what? Use your body and pretend it’s fine, just to save our skins?”

The version of me that he hated, didn’t even exist and I wondered how he would live with knowing that. Atlas crouched and we locked eyes. His hands trembled as he reached forward to trace my cheek like he would get scorched from the heat — like I was forbidden and maybe I was, maybe we were doomed to be on either side, never touching. “I’ll save her. First, I’ll lift it and—” “No,” I said and he froze. “What?” “Let go of the roof and get her out of here, Atlas.” “Have you gone mad or are you plain stupid? I am not leaving you here.”

she can't. I was about to run after her until I heard a crash sound making my heart stop. The chandelier on top fell making me shout out her name. "FAITHH!" I ran towards her body that was on the ground. She pushed Atlas....she saved him from the fall but why?....why?

"He raged. "Now you want to tell me how to live my life?"I asked in a ridiculous but angry tone. Before I could say more, I felt a hard shove that hurt my arm and sent me tumbling down t He concrete stairs which were long. At one point, I was falling in mid air, which saved me breaking my neck or hitting my head against the concrete stairs. I closed my eyes to meet my fate, to hit hard on the base floor of the stair. I was imagining what injuries I would incur from the fall before I even hit the ground. I was caught mid air. Then I was in his arms, his sweet muscular arms. He gazed at the top of the stairs to the spot were dumuzi had been standing, Dumuzi had run away. He carried me with no

I asked breathing heavily collapsing to her side. "I can't," she said her voice cracking at the end. "You can't what?" I asked innocently, teasing her. "This..." she said gesturing at us with her hands moving frantically. "I don't speak in sign language Bella, so please can you say what you want to in a way I will understand." I said making her huff following with a hard glare my way. "This is why I hate men." she bluntly stated. "Then I'm going to make you love me out of men, this is a promise," I said as I got up from her bed grasping the tiny bit of self control I had left on me.

“But someone like you? You don’t break easily. And men like him… they hate losing ownership of the things they believe they deserve.” Her stomach twisted. Ownership. She had lived that word. Suffered under it. Escaped it. “You think I belong to him?” she whispered. Lucian’s expression hardened. “No.” His voice dropped to something raw. “Not anymore.” Lightning tore across the sky. Sirens wailed in the distance. Lucian’s gaze tracked the streets quickly, calculating escape routes. “Elara, we don’t have time. If Damien sent the first crew, the second won’t be far behind.”

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

My partner showed up a week later. He could not get used to the new city, and the poor guy fell ill. I had to get to the hotel and tend to him. The guy showed me the files of our client we were meeting the next day, and I was stunned. I could not believe this guy. Even when he looked like he was dying, he still loved his work. Still, he'd fallen, so I had to finish the job alone. The business was ours. Me or him, it was the same no matter who did the job.

What mate would accept us now? A miserable whine came from deep within, and I couldn’t stop the ache in my chest. I tried to push the thought away, reminding myself that mates were a luxury I didn’t deserve. Who would want me, after all this? No Alpha, no Beta, no one would choose a defiled Omega, someone broken beyond repair, someone who existed now only to serve. Ryker shifted beside me, and I went still, forcing my breathing to remain slow, praying he’d leave without waking me. He moved carefully, getting out of bed and dressing. But then, he returned to my side, reaching down to shake my shoulder gently.

I want to make sure you’re safe because of my background whoever is around me is always in danger from my past. Your mate Jaz