The Atlas Six Age Rating Novels & Stories

he pouts adorably. Ryan laughed quietly again and goddess, that sound did dangerous things to my heart. I swallowed. “Well,” Ryan said as he glanced toward me cautiously. “I can read him one quickly if you want.” Before I could answer, Atlas grabbed Ryan’s face with both hands. “No, a long one, daddy.” he ordered firmly. Ryan looked far too amused for someone being bossed around by a three year old. “You want to hear a long one, huh?” Atlas nodded eagerly, his smile widening and it revealed his white teeth. “The longest one ever.”

I finally find my voice to shout at him. “Yes!” He screams back. “For the time being, both you and Lenox are a danger to the life of your daughter, God damn it! Atlas is a blood-thirsty hellcat, the last of his kind, and the only reason why his species didn’t survive is because the fathers ate their offspring! And you? Think you are innocent? The leech you befriended can take over, it can shut you out and you won’t even remember anything it makes you do! Do you remember how you tried to kill Ophelia?”

He arched his brow and looked at Pete like he was a stain on the glass, then he calmly mouthed; “Eat my ass.” “The nerve of him, he’s lucky there's glass between us,” Pete muttered, spinning back toward his crew. “He’s lucky you like him,” Marlo, his dance partner, teased, sipping from her water bottle. “I don’t,” Pete snapped too quickly. “I don’t like ballet boys. Especially not that stiff-ass Ken doll.” “Keep telling yourself that,” Marlo smirked, “and maybe one day you'll eventually believe it.” Pete glared at her, but she winked at him and backed off chuckling.

"Don’t make me force it down your throat. It’s not even poisoned and it’s good for you." Atlas mumbled something that sounded like ’you’re mean,’ but he ate anyway. That was enough for him. Then there was the medicine, Atlas’s least favorite part. His groaned and scrunched his nose at the bitter taste, making a face that made Rowan chuckle despite himself. "You’re such a baby," he teased, handing Atlas a glass of water. "I should’ve filmed that face to use it against you." "Jerk," Atlas rasped, his voice barely a whisper before he slumped back against the pillows.

Ryle followed two paces behind, watching the shadows, weapon drawn. “This place was shut down six years ago,” Atlas whispered. “But it’s wired. Look.” He pointed toward a pressure-sensitive floor panel just ahead. Ryle crouched, deactivated it with a swift wire cut. “She’s in here. I can feel it,” Ryle said, voice tense. “We need to move fast,” Atlas growled. “Leon’s playing with time—and time always kills.” Miranda watched the monitors in silence. Her assistant stepped in. “Do you want to activate the failsafe?”

She liked that idea. “Ana, may I ask how old you are?” Atlas asked her. Anais raised her eyebrows. She guessed they were at the twenty questions point of the night. She held in a laugh at the idea that this felt like the most awkward first date ever. “I’m twenty-three. How old are you?” She replied. “I’m thirty,” the alpha answered. Ana nodded. She knew that Atlas was older than she was. Her alpha had filled out well and he was strong and mature. “Is there anyone that you need to contact to tell them about the mating and pup?” Atlas asked carefully.

“She’s also an older sister now. She can’t expect the same attention as before. Children have to adapt.” “She’s a child, Vanessa.” “And so is Atlas. A newborn. One who actually needs me.” She looked at me like I was being unreasonable. “Bonnie is at an age where she should be more independent.” “She’s not sixteen,” I muttered. “Damien.” Vanessa’s voice sharpened. “I’m doing my best. But Bonnie throws tantrums whenever we focus on Atlas. I won’t indulge that.” “She’s jealous,” I shot back. “You’re giving Atlas everything and leaving her scraps. What do you expect from a six-year-old?”

I mean, I know I'm no genius like the rest of these guys, but exploding brains just doesn't sound synonymous with high intelligence. Atlas cleared his throat. "A b-billion years." "A billion and two years, Doctor. But yes." Heppni giggled again.

“Of course. Atlas, you can have me since Hunter here wants to play games. How about we give him a taste of his fucking pill?” ---

If she were any older than that, she would be eight years old at the very most. "We have acquired sufficient knowledge concerning the literary works. What if I told you a totally different story today? Would you be interested?" The voice of Atlas seemed like it was having so much fun. This time around, I was very impressed. This guy has a good understanding of how to interact with children. "Certainly. Thank you. We are keeping watch." The small crowd applauded, and I couldn't help but have a good laugh at myself. It brought back memories of my time spent in school.