Novel & Cerita The Atlas Six Characters

Atlas reminded her. "Mm …" Atlas , good night. " Lauren said and Hung up the call. she was lying on the bed, dispirited....Although she had never been in love with him before, but her loss was real! Daphne and Lauren felt that Atlas was suitable for her. How gentle and understanding? It was not like Dominic , is not a gentleman.. he is but he is scary person whom no one try to offend.. he is Powerful to the point of inviolability....And the behavior was violent.

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

Instead, she stood there on the sidewalk lit by a weak streetlight, feeling the air thick with sexual tension. They talked right there, as if the world around them had disappeared. Atlas — that was how he introduced himself, a name that sounded strong and mythical, like a sex god ready to conquer her — didn’t waste time with small talk. He leaned closer, his chest lightly brushing against her arm, his eyes locked on hers as if he were already undressing her mentally.

Atlas was a spitting image of Cronos! “Is there something wrong, son of Reus?” Atlas asked, his voice washing over the Silver Wolves like the waters of a gentle stream. Behind him stood three of his children: Shanxi, Peter and Anna. It seemed that the entire family was here to greet the young Supreme. Hearing his father’s true name, Mane’s eyes flashed brightly, and he regained his composure. Atlas looked like Cronos, and Mane had questions he wanted to ask the emperor; but this wasn’t the place nor time to ask those questions. Not only was it unlikely for Atlas to give him the answers he sought, he reckoned that the resemblance between the two was only coincidental.

Eugene trembled. Despite being a frail old man, just by looking at his appearance, I knew this old guy wasn't a good person. His eyes not only revealed a sinister nature but also a desperate struggle. "Even if you manage to stand up again, you won't have a chance!" Atlas finished, then spoke to someone outside. "Come in." As soon as Atlas spoke, Liora stood up and tried to rush toward me… Before she could reach me, Atlas quickly pulled me to the other side. Without hesitation, he kicked Liora forcefully, sending her crashing to the ground.

Atlas sneered as he approached them slowly. “What do you want?” Bianca retreated a few steps while pulling Quinn along with her. “I wonder what I want too.” Atlas sniggered and said suggestively, “Don’t you know what I want? I want to do you both.” He opened his arms and lunged at both of them immediately. He grabbed Quinn in his arms. “Get away from me!” Quinn turned pale from fright as she struggled. “It’s no use fighting against me. There’s no one for miles. No one will come for you.” Atlas broke out laughing.

"After... everything. Bold choice. Stupid, but bold." "Go away, Charlotte," Ryker growled, stepping forward. Charlotte ignored him. She looked at Evans, slumped in the chair. "Look at him," she mocked, tilting her head. "The fallen king. You look terrible, Evans. Maybe you should have stuck to water last night." Evans looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Maybe you should have stuck to cheering instead of pharmacy." Charlotte's smile didn't waver. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know that Atlas is on a warpath. And when he's done with the other team... he's coming for you."

Xander twirled around again, his fingers flashing over the keys on one of the many keyboards on his console. "Their healer isn't even in her thirties?" Atlas asked. He was still wearing his stethoscope. He looked up from a file in his hands. His bright green eyes a startling contrast to his almost white blond hair. "Do you think I could speak to her? Get her to submit to an examination?" I laughed. Dr. Atlas was with us today. Not to be confused with the less geeky regular Atlas, Dr. Atlas was only interested in facts, reports, and exams.

One thing Atlas notices is the fact that the other eleven men look healthy and strong, but all act like ninnies. They only ever do what the buxom lady asks them to do, and all their eyes are hazel and look painted on. They all neither blink nor yawn. The only thing that shows that they are not statues, are the mechanical things that they are doing. Like spooning the tomato soup into their mouths and biting into the bread.

They shine in the dark due to their mixture of blood and that connects it to their name, The Orions. Sixth, The Atlas, the Chinese line. They are known as the guiders of the mythical world. For they know each and every passage and exit that exists in this universe. They have their own passion. Being the friends of James, they could be powerful, but they didn't strive for it. Because they knew what could happen to them. So, they stay quiet, wishing that the world could one day settle in peace.