Zoe Atlas Novels & Stories

‘Do you think he killed Zayn? Zayn? I had forgotten about him. Maybe he was dead. Well, he had to be. Atlas won’t have just spared him. Sparing him would not end well for him because Zayn would surely want to retaliate, eventually. ‘Atlas doesn’t seem like a bad person.’ ‘It doesn’t change the fact that he brought me here against my will,’ I replied, brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth. I looked at my reflection again before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Goodnight, Zo.” Zoe rummaged through her bedside drawer for some pain relief. She swallowed the tablets, gulped down a stale glass of water and hesitantly opened her phone browser. Fingers danced across the keys, a small pit forming in her stomach at the prospect of what she would find. Hesitating for just a moment, she sucked in a sharp inhale and typed; Natalie Keller. Dozens of articles filled the screen, accompanied by images of a stunning blonde with piercing green eyes and perfect dewy skin, a wide smile beaming in every photo. Scrolling through the articles tentatively, Zoe clicked on one from a reputable source.

At first I was just watching. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="03b34ae8-9022-40fa-9f53-0220221df68d" data-testid="conversation-turn-428" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Atlas moved like a storm in the cage. Fast. Violent.

“You’re Ash?” Ash nodded carefully. Zoe flashed a grin. “I’m Zoe. Zoe Romano. I can do splits and eat four donuts without fainting.” Krystal sighed. “Zoe, that’s not how normal people introduce themselves.” “But it’s cool, right?” Zoe turned to her. “Right, Mom?” Krystal hugged her from behind, then looked at me. “Zane, why does your kid look like an intern being forced to give a PowerPoint presentation?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Because he just realized his cousin is your smaller, louder clone.”

A doormat, a teddybear, only ever standing up for those I loved, but never myself. Atlas and I thought about Zev’s words. He was trying to protect Atalanta. He is trying to keep her safe. ‘He’s spying on Steve.’ Atlas said before I could. He’s infiltrating whatever scheme or organization Steve has created to get information and get rid of everyone against Atalanta and me. Fuck. I mindlinked dad. If Zev was involved, dad had to be as well. There had been too many glances between them. Too many things Zev did that dad let slip.

I stretched my fingers and then linked them to Atlas' hand tighter. Atlas smiled back at me. Then he turned to look at them, who seemed to choke up as they stared at him. "I don't have a bad opinion of you. That's why I didn't expect you to do such an embarrassing thing." His gaze fell on Zoe, who looked like she wanted to explain but couldn't. Zoe looked at Atlas softly. She looked saddened by Atlas' words to her. That tells me that Zoe has deep feelings for Atlas. Atlas' disappointment in her was something that hurt her.

We shall retrieve my master, the 'key'. Soon in their victory, he shall be with his master and he shall serve him, the Key, who is Atlas, the grandson of Travan. Eleejah is witnessing the same scene as Zivlander through the windows of the escape ship, Oberon, as it flew stealthily above Atlantis, bound for escape. Anya and her servants were all busy around her trying to manipulate the unfamiliar consoles of the unfamiliar spaceship. They had never flown a spaceship before. They are trained to tame winglies and they were use to magic technology, not pure technology, but somehow the ship has a mind of its own.

Atlas smirked, his entire demeanor changing once the woman had left. He batted my fumbling hands away from the zipper on my coat, giving it a gentle tug. As Atlas helped me pull the coat from my body, his fingertips grazed against the soft skin of my neck. I instinctively flinched away from him, though not for the reason I had thought. His fingers felt like ice against my skin. Where my cheeks and neck were flushed with blood, his skin remained a pure ivory. One of his platinum eyebrows lifted in my direction, and I caught myself just as my eyes darted down to his full lips.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

AUTHOR’S POV Jane, or rather Celine, felt a pang of guilt as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to have sex with her boss, Atlas , in the bathroom of the club where she worked. She cursed herself for being so weak and for betraying her values. The guilt was eating her up inside, and she didn't know how to get it out of her head. She never imagined that she’d allow herself to fall into the webs of Atlas . The fact that she hated him but still had sex with him was worrisome. She didn’t even know if she hated him anymore. Everything was just confusing.