Zoe Atlas Novels & Stories

“I’m not trying to—” “Then what are you trying to do?” I snapped, arms folded. “Figure me out like a math problem? Drag me into your brother's war?” Atlas’s jaw flexed. “You think he’s just curious? Zara, he’s not harmless.” “I never said he was harmless.” My voice wavered. “He’s not who you think he is.” Atlas stepped closer. “He’s asking too many questions. Tracking your class attendance. Showing up near your dorm after curfew—”

Atlas only chuckled, saying, “I knew you were smart.” Silas sat up straighter at his admission, a rumble building in his throat as Atlas ran a hand through his grizzled beard, but the older male spoke up before he could escalate things, going on, “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. You’re my niece, Zoe.” “Um, what? My parents didn’t have any siblings, let alone one who’s a shifter.” Even as I refuted his claim, I remembered he could’ve been turned into a member of the other species, though somehow, I doubted that was what had happened.

Not anymore. Zoe sighed, pushing aside the thoughts that threatened to linger. She had a job—a real one. She wasn’t just Adonis Walter’s contract wife. She was Zoe Powers, a five-star therapist. Reaching for her phone, she decided that if this so-called honeymoon was already a disaster, she might as well get back to work. She scrolled through her messages, checking for new clients. Most were familiar—high-profile names she had worked with before or new referrals. But one stood out.

A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter. I sat on the pebbles that covered the shore, Zion next to me. He had changed from his costume to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he had in his trunk. His car had so many different things stashed in the trunk that it wouldn't surprise me if he pulled out a mini fridge anymore. He had even made me change into a pair of sweats and one of his T-shirts that hugged my figure. Unfortunately, I had to be barefoot since my heels weren't ideal for the pebbles but to make me feel better, Zion decided to remain barefoot as well.

"You're always like this. You can kiss my cheek, and I won't stop you. But when I do it, you don't like it." Heather laughed at Atlas' sulky expression. "Let's just eat the food you brought." While Heather happily enjoyed her meal, Atlas couldn't help but think about everything that had happened earlier. Little did the girl know that this young man had connections with the director and producer Heather had auditioned for. Both of them owed a huge debt of gratitude to this producer and the director because when they had nothing, these individuals had helped them. So, when they learned that Atlas was the new CEO of Daze Inc., the company behind the popular streaming platform Daze, they had rea

Zoe didn’t reply, but her chin lifted higher as Alessia stormed out of the room. The next morning, Zoe walked into Gatsby Enterprises. Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Whispers chased her like shadows. Zoe kept her head high, her expression unreadable, and rode the elevator straight to Brayden’s office. “You trusted me, Brayden. I won’t let them ruin you.”

Tristan raised a brow "we talk to him again till he agrees. Isn't that how it works?" Tristan was the nerdy stereotype, all work, and no play. I was the eldest and should hold that position. But Tristan, he just did it without rubbing it in our faces. Atlas slammed the table again. Immediately we heard the light wincing at the door to the room. Then the crash of ceramics on the tiled floor. We turned to see an enslaved person shaking like a leaf at the door; turning, I recognized her. It was Zelda, her blonde hair hiding her pretty face from showing the fear her body was exhibiting. Atlas had gotten her from a Cat person that owed him money.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

The dome dissolves, pressure lifting abruptly. I stagger—and immediately get caught by Ethan. “Still with me?” he asks softly. “Unfortunately,” I say weakly. “I think I promised not to die.” Blake flops onto the grass, staring up at the now-normal sky. “I can’t believe we just got audited by a god and survived.” Gravehowl settles back, presence easing. The Hunt stands. The Sleeper’s awareness lingers a moment longer. You did well, little Crown. Don’t make a habit of waking 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?”