Nevada Novels & Stories

"I've been watching the wrong thing. So have you. They're not behind us. They're beside us. They're a wall." Wilder's eyes came up to the mirror. "Say the rest," he said. "There's one road out of this valley that doesn't go through Boise, and it's the 20, and it's forty minutes ahead." Eli sat back down slowly. "And the 20 runs south. It runs south all the way to Winnemucca." Nevada. Eight hundred miles of nothing, and one town, and a man in a cardigan somewhere in the middle of it who'd been buying people for thirty-one years.

Three more hours to go. Toward a small town in the middle of the Nevada desert.

“Neither have you.” He smirked. “Touché.” Kessler walked in, holding a mug of something vaguely caffeinated and definitely burnt. “I’ve narrowed Caldera’s last supply shipment to three villages—only one matches Sovren’s usual perimeter habits. Heavy drone interference. Weak signals in and out. Rural, isolated, and with three disappearing civilians in the last month. That’s our needle.” He slapped a pin on the board. Eden followed the name: Las Nieblas, a ghost town tucked into the southern spine of Spain. Population: 126. Known for its scorched, volcanic hills and a faded monastery that stood like a spine cracked open.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Thankfully, Reagan drove her car to the cabin so we gassed up the car and we were off to Vegas, thankfully we didn't stay too far away, the drive took us a total of about four hours. I understand why some people refer to this place as the city that never sleeps, I mean it's about eleven at night when we arrive and it looks like the city is just starting to get into the groove if you know what I mean. “Where are we going to find a chapel?” Reagan asks me. “I'm sure there's one around here, I mean apart from the gambling, shot gun weddings is what this place is known for.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says as she looks out the window.

They traveled across the twin rivers of Demacia and Inoia. It was a very long way until they arrived at the first town in the middle state of the North—the Minatour. The northern region is divided into three states. And each state has its own towns. The State of Ganworth, the southern state of the Northern Region, from which they came; the State of Minotaur, the middle state; and the State of Islivaria, the northern state of the Northern Region.

"I don't think I should reveal that. It will just ruin everything, and I know how happy you are with Ethan." "So you know who I am, as well as Ethan?" "Of course I do." "Why can't we meet? Do I know who you are?" "Yes. Like I said, it would just ruin everything. You don't know me well. My future has already been decided. It's best to keep away." "Then how come we meeting here?" "This is called the dream state. It's a place where fated mates can come and be with each other while still sleeping peacefully." Rileys heart skipped starting to race. She placed her hand on her chest as she panicked and started to breathe faster.

How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan? I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a secluded luxury resort called Perfect Oasis, Nate sat occupying the farthest table with a smile on his lips. Engraved in frosted glass is the word ‘Reserved’ written in cursive writings in each booth I walked by.

They need me to sign off on different things and, of course, have one annoying question. This is why I’m on a zoom meeting with the sub-Betas of the other cities my pack lives in throughout my territory. “When do we get to meet this new Luna we’ve heard about?” Wade questioned with a smirk. I sighed as this sent Robert and Brett into a frenzy as well.

"Fine. I get your point. Still, it's kind of risky. You don't know what relationship The Apex Order has with the Doomers, so you have to be careful.” “The Apex Order?” Boma was confused. “Donovan’s cult is called The Apex Order.” “Oh.” “You did not know?” “It’s not important to me. I did not bother to find out.” “I understand your disinterest.” Said Hilda. “Still, as I was saying, seeing another P. O’s girl might not be worth it if you don’t know what relationship Donovan’s cult has with the girl’s P. O’s cult. I say send Donovan a text. Beg him or something. Do it now and see what he says. After all, he has not really threatened to punish you over this. He only said you will have to leave t