Novel & Cerita Atlas Shrugged

"The bride is here" someone shouted and he calmed down a bit, he just want to get this over with. He turned to stare at his bride and was shocked to see another face, dressed as his bride walking towards the altar. The lady has blond hair and baby blue eyes, a straight nose and a rosebud mouth that was twitching nervously He stared at his friend who was standing beside him, his gaze demanding for an explanation but he only shrugged, his gaze portrayed that he doesn't have a clue about what's going on. She smiled nervously when she got to where he was standing "Hello, you must be the groom, my name is Isabella. Joana's cousin and I am your bride"

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Er

She was moving closer in a suggestive manner, and it was obvious she was flirting. She asked, "What are you doing?" I replied, "Making you uncomfortable." It was clear that I was succeeding. I took a step back and asked, "What's happening? I just told you I hate you." "Yes, you did," she said, her fingers reaching out and grabbing my shirt, stopping me from backing away. "And that you want me, like I said when I arrived, even though you pretended you didn't hear me." "I'm confused," I responded. "It's simple," she replied, as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips approached my ear and I could feel them on my skin as she whispered, "There are two things I want from a man. The first on

"Is it true? Did you impregnate my sister?" I asked him, tears burning my eyes. "Is it true that you slept with your secretary?" I continued to question his loyalty. He made me believe he was in love with me, only to take my virginity and break me as nobody had ever. "It is true," he shrugged, "I am a young mayor of this town. I have a lot of options, what made you think you were special?" he smirked, his eyes shining as he watched me suffer. "Don't even think about leaving this town," just when he saw me step back, he ordered, "You will stay here and be my little pet, Phoenix. You will stay in this town and be my----- sex toy!" that was it, the title he gave to our relationship. ......

The day she died, Julia Knight called her husband, Atlas Volkan 57 times while a masked man strangled her. As air finally drained from her lungs, his voice filtered through accompanied by hers. His first love whom his priorities lied with, the one he cherished - The one for whom, he would never be able to love her. In this life, she was constantly blamed for pushing his brother to death, snatching her sister's rights, and treated like a doormat in her own home. She was her mother's slave, her sister's puppet and her husband's clown. So, as Julia breathed her last breath, she begged for one chance- just one more chance to live life for herself. When she is reborn, she immediately asks

She is Nasha Atlas, the first of her name; optimistic laced with beauty and brains. Getting admission into the University of Cambridge, to study her dream course, was her greatest desire; it came cos whatever she desires, she gets. But how did she feel when her boyfriend who she wants to share in her joy, betrays her by sleeping with another woman? Would she breathe fresh air when she became a prime suspect in the murder of her new neighbor? Would George Powers: a strict officer et billionaire be able to find out who the culprit is when he fell in love with the suspect and make love to her at a supposed investigatory dinner night? And amid the many deaths, would his prowess as a de

Onyx is a powerful, young warrior vampire of pure-blood decent and daughter of her clan’s leader. Against her wishes she has been betrothed to Elijah, the soon-to-be leader of a fellow clan in hopes of creating a union between the two as the continuing feud between vampires, werewolves, and witches rages on. She despises Elijah remembering how he treated her as a child, but now they are both adults and he has changed in a way that she can’t explain. She has always followed the rules and known her place and wants nothing more than to eliminate the werewolf species.. well, until she met him. Atlas will be the next alpha of his pack. Although she despises wolves, something is different about hi

“What...who are you?” she asked in fear “I'm a vampire” he replied simply and she burst into laughter “vampire? Really?” she paused and studied him carefully “I believe in angels and demons, I believe in God and Satan but vampires?” she chuckled again before saying “vampires aren't real” He watched her for a long time, shrugged and said “okay” then he vanished Hadassah was a young graduate who still lived with her parents. She works as a detective, she is excellent at her job and loved by all her colleagues. She isn't afraid of getting her job done but recently, people are mysteriously disappearing and many people believe it has something to do with the old cemetery as they claimed t

After completing my mission, I married the man I had been trying to win over. On our wedding night, I told him that the system had given me ninety-nine regret pills. Whenever he did something that hurt me, I would take one. Once all the pills were gone, I would completely leave his life. He held me close and promised he would never give me a reason to regret being with him. Three months into our marriage, his childhood sweetheart came back from abroad. The first time he stayed out all night, he realized that I would quietly take a pill after just crying once. After that, he began to act without any restraint. Ten years later, on our anniversary, his childhood sweetheart threatened to

"I am not a good person. I'm not who Atlas ends up with. It's just a fact of life. The good guy ends up with someone good, the hero with the heroine, and the villain is left to die." Or rot in jail, as it is in my case. "And I'm not the hero of this story, Eli. I'm the villain. And the villain never gets a happy ending." Lavender is a stripper with a dark past. A year ago, she ran away from her abusive husband and changed her identity. She thought she was finally able to start over, when her husband finds her and demands that she goes back to him. However, before he can take her back, he is shot in the head by a mysterious stranger with mismatched eyes. Lavender runs away, knowing the c