Zoe Atlas Novels & Stories

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

Atlas grinned as he closed the refrigerator. "I thought we could stay here when I collect my souls. Do you want to join me to go grocery shopping? I kind of cleared out the fridge of toxic molds," He said with a grin. Sophia laughed and glanced around looking for her purse and shoes. Atlas picked up a pair of sneakers on a braided rug and handed them to her. "I can pay," he asserted. "Are you wearing your reaper gloves?" Sophia inquired with a raised brow. Atlas snapped the microthin fabric on his wrist to show that he was. Laughing lightly, Sophia waved for him to follow after her as she headed out of her front door.

No more acne there, so she can look stunning in backless gowns. "Zoe dislikes the birthmark on her waist. Alicia's waist is the most beautiful. It's perfect for Zoe." ... The last entry was dated for the day after my due date. It was a detailed surgical map of my face, which was brutal and horrifying. In Zoe's section, drawn in red ink, was a carefully outlined heart labeled "Perfect." I had always thought of myself as a strong person. I could face the storms without fear and bloom as long as I was alive.

"Yes. Because look, if this is a genuine invite, then he gets to actually have some fun for once instead of hiding from every school event like a traumatized Victorian ghost." "Hey," I muttered weakly, they were talking about me as if I wasn’t standing right next to them. But honestly? She wasn’t wrong. And I felt like a kid watching his parents argue about my future...which was beyond weird. "And if it’s not genuine," Tori continued, tapping the flyer with a perfectly manicured nail, "then Atlas can be ready this time. He’ll see whatever they’re planning coming from a mile away. And he can finally flip the script and get some revenge."

That was when she realized Atlas had already fallen into a slumber as soft snores escaped his nostrils. Retracting from him, Alexa smiled as she gazed at him, her heart melting with awe. Atlas was the cutest toddler she'd ever seen if she were to be very honest. The way he bore a striking resemblance to not just her but also to Jordan fascinated her about him. He literally reminded her of Jordan (although Atlas's resemblance couldn't be compared with that of Blair's).

He even exuded a hint of ruthlessness toward his daughter. That must be why he could personally send his daughter to a psychiatric hospital. His hand hung mid-air as Atlas showed no intention of shaking hands with him. Ultimately, he had no choice but to retract his hand awkwardly. He looked at Atlas and said in a low voice, "My daughter is young and knows nothing. She’s just spouting nonsense because of her admiration for you.” Gabriel hurriedly added, "Mr. Atlas, please forgive us. Hazel was just joking.” Atlas didn't even look at Gabriel and continued questioning Byron, "Mr. Byron, as far as I know, Sautoir Fine Jewelry under ATL Empire has not cooperated with anyone in Torado. Currently,

ZOE has spent all day fixing things. In a few days, they will leave PH. She doesn’t want to go back home, but her friend and her mother have told her more than once that she should—time to deal with her problem. Helios was giving her trouble. And she wondered if she should give them a chance. But Helios will have to work hard to win her heart back. She still needs to be tamed, even if they already have a child. When she goes through with her plans, she can’t have a weak heart.

Zoe I straighten my dress as I step out of the locker room and leave Azazel behind. My body is still quaking from the encounter. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and walk back to the bar. Two of the waitresses that I was speaking to earlier spot me as soon as I reach the bar. Kat, a brash redhead with a mane of wild red hair and a bust that is too large to be real, raises her eyebrows with an inquiring look. “So…” She says with a snicker. “…you and that really hot gladiator, Azazel. Do tell?” The other girl, Sadie, moves closer with an interested smile. I roll my eyes and look around nervously, then shake my head. “It’s…complicated,” I answer with a grimace. She clucks her tongue and wa

Part One: Zachariah Hunter ZOE My name is Zoe Daniels, and on the day I turned eighteen, I became an Only Fans model. My mother, who had just lost her husband a few years ago and was still reeling from the aftermath of taking care of an only daughter who was very rebellious, lost it. Without batting an eyelid, she gave me a choice. If I was going to become an Only Fans model, then I wasn't going to do it under her roof.

Even moving faster than one. Then what was happening now? "Not so invincible now, are you?" Jaxon laughed, striding to Zeus, rotating the weapon around his finger. "Turns out the big, bad wolfie is actually a tiny, weak dog." I didn't know if Jaxon was actually blind or out of his mind because Zeus was not tiny in any way rather twice his size and so, so beyond powerful. And for some crazy reason, I wanted him to get back up. I wanted him to be just... okay. Because somehow it was my heart that felt like being pierced by those bullets, my skin that felt the burn, and my body that felt like collapsing.