Novel & Cerita The Middle Of Nowhere New Mexico

“Hello? Is there anyone close…I'm hungry!” After shouting, I sat there for a moment listening for someone to come, but no one did. Frustrated, I stared up and noticed that the ceiling looked like stone and I swallowed uncomfortably. “Am I underneath the ground?” I questioned Senay and she paused before she answered. “You are in an underground military base located in Dulce, New Mexico.” “Oh that's peachy,” I muttered sourly and exhaled sharply.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

He laughed, that deep, dark sound rolling over her body helplessly. “Hell, yeah, sweet thing. I’ll come by any time I’m invited.” “Well, I hope you like sweet pink wine in the desert, querido.” He looked puzzled, his mostly-empty glass of whiskey held aloft in mid-sip. “The desert?” “Yep. I’m from New Mexico.” “No kidding?” he drawled. “We’re neighbours.” “We are?” she said, feeling a tiny stab of fear that somehow, by some completely freak and fucked-up twist of fate, he lived six blocks over from her childhood home or something. “Are you – you’re from New Mexico?”

I laughed and finally allowed myself to take a deep breath. "It's a long journey from here. We have to cross over from Tir na Nog back to the middle realm. I've never flown it before so maybe the trip will be shorter." I nodded and let him concentrate. He was working his body awfully hard on low fuel. I clung my arms around his neck and held on tight while he carried me the same way Nyx had, bridal style. It was intimate but only in a friendly way. Liam was being the friend I needed right now and from the looks of it, he needs a friend too.

I had bigger fish to fry—like how in hell I was going to get out of wherever it was that I was going. "Welcome aboard our flight to Copper Canyon," the flight attendant bawled over the intercom in a super hoarse voice. The voice was just familiar; the name, too—some colossal system of canyons up in northern Mexico. Well, by the sound of it, probably as good a place as any to lose oneself for a while.

She looks at me. "Who was that?" I say. "A woman named Dara Runningwater," she says. "She lives twelve miles from here. Her family has been in this part of New Mexico for seven generations." She pauses. "She says she's been watching the construction notices for the Mira Seca site for three months. She says she's been trying to decide whether to call." "What made her call today?" I say. "She said she felt the ground break," Paz says. I look at the site.

Isadora’s POV New Mexico was nothing like Texas. The sky felt bigger somehow, like it went on forever without apology. The horizon stretched in every direction, bleeding into soft red mountains and golden desert that looked like it had been untouched for centuries. It was wild. And so was I, in my own way.

The wind howls outside, whipping the trees into a frenzy. Adrian stares out the windshield, his breath catching in his throat for a split second before the confusion sets in. He looks around at the desolate landscape—no buildings, no lights, no store. Just dirt, rock, and a deadly fall. "Where the fuck is this?" Adrian snaps, turning to glare at Ryder. "This isn’t downtown. This is the middle of nowhere. Are you kidding me?" Ryder just shrugs, a small, enigmatic smirk playing on his lips. "I told you it was hard to find."

AXEL POV New Mexico was entirely flat and seemingly endless, a vast expanse of sun-bleached desert stretching out toward jagged mountain ranges in every direction. We had been placed in a small, dusty town called Alamogordo. Population: roughly thirty thousand. It was the absolute, perfect geographic blind spot for disappearing off the face of the earth. No high-profile international syndicates, no massive shipping ports, no historic mafia territories. Just endless horizon, military testing grounds, and blinding heat.

I try to eat healthy when I have enough money for decent food, but the last thing I’m thinking about right now is the condition of my arteries in twenty years. I hit New Mexico in the afternoon. It’s not what I would call a pretty state, at least not the part I’m driving through, which is close to the Mexico border. I slow down when I enter a small dustbowl town and creep through at twenty-five miles an hour as the speed sign dictates.