The Mountain Between Us Novels & Stories

The beauty of nature surrounded them, serving as a constant reminder of the vastness and strength of their love. During their hikes, they would often pause to take in the panoramic views, the valleys below seeming like miniature worlds. It was in these moments that Rose and Liam found solace and healing. The mountains became their sanctuary, allowing them to let go of the past and immerse themselves in the present. The sound of the wind whispering through the trees and the distant call of birds created a symphony that resonated deep within their souls.

Martha yelled, joining me where I was standing as we looked at the mountain moving slowly towards us. “Or we can just get away from here and get back to the pack,” I smiled. It was a smart idea but as we turned around, we saw hordes of rogues snarling towards us. They had trapped us. We were stuck between the falling mountain and the wolves. Something landed between my team and the wolves, causing dust to rise into the air and block our sight, but soon the dust settled and the person before us wasn’t surprising. I walked ahead to look at the man and point at him.

Platinum spoke about manners first. Matthew looked ahead. There was a vast landscape ahead of them that they could see the mountain range and forest, even the rivers below. One thing that stood out most was the peak of the highest mountain in the world. “Mount Alp?” Matthew mentioned the name of the mountain. “Correct. Specifically, we are going toward my home.” “I see. But why?” “Like I said, it was a good chance that happened. There is someone I want you to meet. Someone you need to meet.”

With that, we decided to climb the nearby mountain. Neither of us spoke at first. When we finally reached a clearing halfway up the mountain ridge, the wind greeted us. It was light, carrying the scent of the budding leaves. We spread a woven blanket over the grass. The elders had packed more food than necessary, as though anticipating that conversation required sustenance. I sat down first and pulled my knees slightly toward my chest. Rome remained standing for a moment, looking out over the valley. Then he crouched and reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

It was late in the afternoon when we stood on the mountain ledge overlooking the valley that harbored the small community of Verso. Although we were still too far away for me to see that actual village, realizing its position between two mountains, I could easily see how the community could remain under the radar of Bartholomew’s people.

He said and kissed the side of my face which made me smile. "It can be our little secret. Why are we here though? Is it not dangerous here?" "This is the boundary between Mountain Peak and Redmoon, babe. Not even rogues will be brave enough to come here because they know they'll be killed. And you're seriously asking that? It's me and you, plus the beautiful golden sky, what do you think?"

The person looked at me too at the same time. Our eyes widened. The person changed his expression into a smirk. "I guess destiny enjoys sticking us together huh?"

There was a little sadness welling up in my heart. I feel that Harold treats Brian well, if I put it bluntly, I feel that he loves this brother who is not related by blood, unlike the one who wants to push Brian out of the Hana group. After nearly four hours, we arrived. Although tired, everyone's eyes were sparkling, and everyone's mouth was open when witnessing the mountain in the top fifteen highest mountains in this beautiful country. This mountain is nearly three thousand meters high. The place we chose to camp is a beautiful and unspoiled valley.

Every breath between us filled the air with more questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answers to. He slid in next to me, tossed his jacket onto the back seat, and started the engine. Neither of us said anything for a full minute. I watched the streetlights blur as we drove. One after the other, flickering against the windshield like a heartbeat I couldn’t name. The question kept rising in me, quiet and poisonous. What is this? What were we doing? Were we hooking up? Dating? Something in-between? And did he know, or was he just riding whatever wave we were caught in, leaving the labels behind like they didn’t matter?

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.