Cadillac Desert Novels & Stories

Kenzie's nose wrinkled. "Big circular enclosed tents. Can house about fifty people comfortably," Royce added. "Comfortably?" Hans said, his eyes still closed. "Try packed like sardines." Kenzie returned to her original question. "What's the desert like?" Royce tried to think of a way to describe it. "It's bleak and harsh. A vast open land that's eerily silent. Sound carries across the dunes for miles. There's ice-filled canyons, and the dinosaur fossils in the steppes. Once you're out among the dunes, you can completely disappear. In a lot of ways." He sipped his scotch and noticed Kenzie was watching him with fascination.

The first dawn in the Northern Basin was not heralded by the electronic chimes of a city clock, but by the raw, unfiltered cold of the high desert. Alexander stood at the edge of the irrigation trench, his boots sinking into the pale, crusty earth of the Salt Flats. Behind him, a small fleet of converted cargo haulers stood idling, their flatbeds laden with the canisters of heirloom seeds they had liberated from the distribution hub.

Unable to tell direction with the poisonous fog blocking his view, Darryl felt more helpless than ever. What he didn't realize at the time was that he was trapped in the most dangerous area of the Wild Deserted Secret Region, named as the Valley of Death by the Raksasa Tribe.

“Hurry up, bi*ches! The guests are waiting.’ * Lucien Lucien shook his head. They had been looking at the various villages and towns scattered in and around the deserts in Columbia. These places were too close to civilisation. Dmitri would never set up his infamous warehouses and torture chambers, his holding cells for trafficked women or any prisoner, close to the city. There must be another place. An idea was forming in his head. “Did you say desert?’ he barked. Tristan checked his recording. ‘I just have him saying something about deserts, And yes, souls. He mentioned souls.’ Schwartz, who had been rubbing his knuckles across his eyes, raised his exhausted-looking blonde head enthusiasti

He gave her an amused look. Iris looked flustered. “Why? Is it a desert?” He dipped his chin in a nod. “Well, sort of desert, but it’s a sinner’s paradise, a major hub around here. Can you guess the place?” Iris chewed her lip as she considered the hints – desert, sinner’s paradise, hub. “I see. Well, Nevada is a desert if we’re heading there. And Vegas is Sin City. So are we off to Las Vegas?”

ALINA Somehow, we always found our way to the lake. Or at least Zion always found his way to the lake. I realized that he found solace in its quietness. Peace in its tranquility. The clear water of the lake reflected the black stary sky, rippling ever so slightly with the harsh gust of wind that disturbed its peace. The wind ruffled the leaves of the tall trees that lined the area, hiding us from the world. My eyes watched the full silver moon that glistened brightly in the sky. A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter.

I want to request if you can give equal opportunities to the WillowRidge town people to be a part of this by going through their proposals and resumes for everything along with the people from out of town’ ‘Definitely’ he said. Just then 3 people dressed as perfectly as possible in chef attire arrived with food in their hands. They placed it on the table in-front of us. The dishes looked extravagant. They even made a plate for me. I was a bit shy and uncomfortable so I couldn’t enjoy the delicious food as much as I should have. I thanked Adam for his hospitality. Adam offered to drop me off which I said no to. He said his assistant and driver had left for the night so its just him who can dr

On the day of our graduation trip, my boyfriend Roman, a mafia heir, and his childhood friend Clara left me stranded on the side of a deserted highway. Their off-road vehicle had been driving for over half an hour before they even noticed the back seat was empty. When Roman called, there was no panic in his voice, only a hint of irritation. "Blair, why didn't you get back in the car?" "Stop messing around. We're rushing to the canyon to catch the sunset. We don't have time to go back and get you." "Figure out a way to hitch a ride here yourself." Through the receiver, Clara's amused voice came through loud and clear. "She's not a three-year-old girl. She can't expect you to wait on he

I had returned from a five-year assignment. Walking out of the airport, my heart was filled with hope that Cyra Stern would accept my proposal. However, she just stood there expressionlessly. “Neil Spencer, I’m sorry.” Before I could even register my surprise, she spoke again. “That transfer order… was my doing. “I purposely had you transferred to that remote project in the Northwest just to create space for Devin Lawrence and me. “Back then, I was pregnant with his child. I had no other choice.” A long silence followed as I bit my lip until it bled. That was five years of living hell in the Fopi Desert. They were filled with swirling sandstorms, unbearable heat, and sixteen-hour work

She's been struggling boarding buses to work and I have different types of cars ,I was thinking of surprising her with a Lamborghini but I know she'll not accept my gift so I decided to go through her profile. Her birthday is 25th next month and that will be after the business trip in Ethiopia, I'm planning to throw her a surprise birthday party and give her the Lamborghini as a birthday present which I'll invite every other worker of the company it'll be a great company. I've been keeping an eye on her and I just hope she feels something for me coz what I feel for her is something I can't deny. I've fallen for her despite being with Natalie once in a while. I'm a man and I have sexual need