Atla Boulder Novels & Stories

She racked her brains to think of a neutral conversation topic, then decided to ask him something she had always wanted to know. “Why is it that Boulder Mountain is visible from nearly everywhere in the Mojave Desert? It’s gonna take us over a week to get there from Rockedge, but no matter where we are, it seems like it’s only a stone’s throw away.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Aaron’s eyes going wide. “I keep forgetting that you don’t know all the lores and legends shifters grow up hearing. Well, as per the legend, the Boulder Mountain has magic of its own. It’s not an inanimate lump of earth and rocks, but a living, conscious object. And not everyone can see it from everywhere, you

Then, I saw the lilies on the coffee table in the living room with no signs of wilting. After a quick search, Lauren and I returned to Vanderberg Palace. However, I was puzzled when I realized Atlas wasn’t there. While I wondered where he went, Bella knocked on the door and entered with some tea. I greeted her, “Long time no see, Bella.” She replied, "Mr. Atlas and Mr. Jared are in the room on the fourth floor." My eyes widened when I heard that. "Jared’s here?" She nodded. "Mr. Atlas invited him."

The drive to Atlas's place isn't very long because he lives in Harlem. We roll to a stop out the front of a very tall apartment building. My eyes follow the length of the building, and lands on the top floor. The penthouse. "Woah," I breathe, "This is nice." "Wait until you see the inside," Atlas smirks, "Then you'll really be impressed."

"Oh a lot of homeowner's to-do list stuff. There's a list of stuff I'll pick up in Portland and then I can finish some projects when I come back. Let's both pray for good weather and no conferences for next weekend." "I'll pray for that." "When will you be home?" "We'll be leaving Bend at about noon on Monday. I figure we'll be back in Trout Lake by dark." "I'll be thinking about you as we're both on the road Monday." "I'll think of you too." She sounded sincere. I was torn. What was going on? Would she plead the "I was lonely" defense? Would she accept fault or attempt to hand it to me? Over the next few hours at home I looked for and thought about how I could get the evidence we needed. I

A world away from the steel-and-glass towers of Blackstone Enterprises, from the penthouse where our story had truly begun. Movement caught my eye Lila, already awake and buzzing with barely contained excitement, darting between the rose bushes with Atlas lumbering behind her. She carried a basket, no doubt collecting last-minute blooms for the decorations. At nine years old, she was all coltish limbs and boundless energy, her copper hair a riot of curls in the morning humidity.

The three of us headed to training shortly after. Where Liam's training grounds had been by his house, Atlas's was on the other side of town. A big, brick building with huge windows that let copious amounts of light stream inside, sat on one side of the road. The building must have been built while I was gone, as I was sure I had never seen it before. We pulled into the large parking spot, fitting between two other vehicles.

“I believe we just have to head northeast from here.” “Okay then, should we move now or-” Matthew didn’t finish his sentence when suddenly the earth tremored. The raptors were also agitated by the sudden shaking. “What’s going on?” Cecilia asked. No one answered. They were much more focused on the trembling earth under them. “Look!” Rose pointed in a certain direction on the vast rocky sand. Everyone looked at the large structure emerging from the sand. It’s pointy towers pierced the air and sand flowed out of its windows and gates as it rose up from the desert. It was very large and from its structure, it was clear that the building was…

I took the pills, settled into bed, and finally let sleep pull me under. ---- Next Morning. I was fast asleep when one of my phones vibrated on the nightstand. I ignored it unconsciously, rolling over beneath the covers. By the time I checked it, daylight was already slipping across the edges of my room. One new message. From Luna Dora:I did some digging. The boy's body may be hidden somewhere in Boulder. Rural, with a high little hill, flowers, grass, a small pond, and a wooden cabin. Ring any bells? You were his classmate. Think.

On top of that, Lukov has him helping out at the restaurant and daddy has taken on the books for me, to free me time up to be full time with Cody and be there for Summer. Atlas and Fallon are enjoying their little baby girl who spends a lot of time with us and Summer, they are fast becoming firm friends and she has a little boy on the way in six months’ time. Atlas has decided to stay on in Austin after the year is out and extended his contract, he says he and Fallon are settled into life here now and he wants his kids to grow up on the ranch. He will still keep the Lake house opposite Cody’s place because he likes that he’ll always have a base back where his roots are.

It's the perfect place to hide something or someone you don't want anyone else to notice. The address took me to a shopping center across the street from a large office complex. The air is dry and dusty, the wind doing nothing to cool the late afternoon heat. The smoggy haze in the distance makes the blue sky look a dingy brownish gray, darkened by the pollution from nearby LA. But soon I'll have Jasper in my arms and it will be worth it. All of this struggle will finally be worth all the pain. Atlas should be here any moment. Theo borrowed someone else's phone to text me on her phone that Atlas and Clark were on their way in a beat-up car from the 1980s.