Novel & Cerita Ryle And Atlas

Cooper joining the meeting—a name that jolted my thoughts to Atlas, whose last name was also Cooper. As Dr. Lawson acknowledged Mr. Cooper's presence, my eyes widened in surprise. Among the departing group emerged a middle-aged woman, accompanied by none other than Atlas. He stood distinguished in his suit, sans tie, his appearance impeccable with neatly slicked-back hair and a fresh shave. Seeing him there, amidst this unexpected setting, sent a rush of mixed emotions through me. I hadn't expected to encounter him in such a place. He still hadn't noticed me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Atlas. The woman, Dr. Hill, smiled warmly at him, extending gratitude for his time and dedicatio

I was about to start getting up and back to the bed when Ryker pushed me back on my knees, his eyes dark with lust, obsession and a hint of possessiveness. “You’re not done yet,” his voice was ladened by his lust and excitement, “you still have a long fucking way to go, whore.” He finished. I didn’t know what else to think but I felt a sixth sense tell me that I could handle it. The other three brothers were grinning as the one that had introduced himself as Atlas started making his way towards me. I could recognize him because he had the sweetest facial expression, my heart pounded really hard in my chest with excitement and fear.

"She's my mate. And why the hell is she calling you Atlas?" So he gave me a wrong name? But that meant Sofia knew he'd given me a wrong name because she introduced us. Atlas, or whoever he was—didn't flinch at the threat. He looked at Cyrus with a cold, simmering intensity that made the air turn brittle. "She is my mate too," he revealed. The world seemed to stop spinning. The cheering of the fairies died into a suffocating silence. "What?" I gasped, the word barely a puff of air. I looked from Cyrus's rugged, red-haired fury to Atlas's dark, commanding beauty. My head was spinning. Two brothers? Two kings?

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

Atlene asks, shaking from all the anger and a little from the cold as well. Ruby stays silent for a while, just watching Atlene, until he turns to walk away again. Instead of stopping him like she did before, she follows him until he stops in his tracks ready to unleash terror on her, and she then stands behind him, and says, "My name is Ruby, and I am Atlas's mate." in a powerful but subtle voice. That revelation completely disarms and intrigues Atlene. "What do you mean by Atlas's mate?" Atlene asks incredulously.

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

He simply walked out, clenching his jaw. ******************** Luna stepped onto the rooftop terrace, needing air. The night wind was cool, brushing against her skin. She found Atlas standing by the edge, a glass of something amber in his hand. He didn’t look at her when she spoke. “You planned all of this. The room and even the toys.” “I told you,” Atlas said. “I had a feeling she was mine.” “That doesn’t mean you own us.” He finally looked at her. “You think I don’t know that?”

I grunted and Atlas nodded. "Normally, for a human, for cryptids who are immortal I must add a bit of my powers and I don't want you dead, obviously," he grinned slyly. Atlas detached the bloodline and told me to seal the hole with a lick. After lapping a few times my needle hole sealed from my saliva. "Telephone?" I asked him again. He seemed to get sidetracked easily and I bit my lip at the thought. "What are you going to tell Bryce?" He asked me bluntly, surprising me. I stepped slightly on my wobbly legs as I followed him through a lovely modern decorated home.

We had stepped through a portal into another world. “Ju… what is this place?” Samy’s grip threatened to crush my fingers. I shook my head. I had no words. Then he appeared. Tall, dark blazer over a black shirt with a few buttons undone, hair tied in a low bun. Brown eyes so intense I forgot how to blink. He carried himself like the room had been waiting for him to arrive. “Samantha Jones and Juliet Pierce?” We nodded in perfect sync. “I’m Atlas. Welcome to Paradise.” His mouth curved into the faintest smile, but his eyes stayed cold.

Atlas. “Come, come, Marcella shift back, your face is what I came to see,” Atlas calls as we approach. Dexter growls and stands in front of me. I see Wesley holding a shirt next to me. He had run here unshifted. Fran gives me control and I shift back. “What do you want Atlas?” I ask, stepping from behind Dexter. Wesley is beside me. “I want my mate,” Atlas smirks. “Marrianna is your mate,” I tell him.