Novel & Cerita Cadillac Desert

Malachi and Levi drove to the Council ranch in silence. Levi had spent two full days silencing the Mexican cartel in Anaheim, making sure there would be no blow back to Kai. The Council’s ranch, in Montana, was located on Bitterroot Lake. It was built on the river with groves of trees flanking the house. It had wide open spaces, and it was quiet. The Council held meetings there, and once or twice, they’d invited future Council Alphas to the ranch.

I said, standing, “we find that facility.” “Do we even know where to start?” Celia asked. Kate took a shaky breath. “I saw mountains. Pine trees. High elevation. A red stone ridge line. There were birds I didn’t recognize—black with silver tips. That might narrow it down. There was a smell… iron and sulfur.” “Volcanic soil?” Micah asked. Camerin nodded. “That puts us in the southern ridge regions.” “Then we start there,” I said. “Hana stays here. Under protection. But not confined. Let her speak with whoever she trusts. If she remembers anything else, we need to know.”

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

I gathered everything I needed from the CEO's desk and pulled up a chair. "I'm out, see you later." Daze said and walked out of the office. It was only me and the CEO left. Great, just what I needed, more work. As if I didn't have enough already. Without wasting time, I begrudgingly started working. I knew it was going to be a long day. Tarzan's POV

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

In their homeworld of Triton, they lived in islets surrounded by a vast dark blue ocean that were occasionally disturbed by the storm that came from the grey cloudy skies. Here, however, was a desert that changes color depending on where the sun would stop at a given time. In the horizon, it would be purple. If the sun was at zenith point, it was light tan but when the sun sets and paved way for the moon to shine, it was green. The Solar ADF had grown on calling it 'Neon Desert', for some reason.

Bright green, yellow, faded brown and all bunch of colours made up the vegetation. "Woah" she gazed at everything in awe. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful. The scenery was picture worthy. Vast untamed nature, all around her. She looked back to Carl "This forest... It leads to Lake Creek? I'm surprised there is a cleared path to drive-" she was thrown back into her seat as the car came to an abrupt stop. "Oof! A warning would have been nice" she mumbled under her breath as her hands went to grab her hair out of her eyes. She heard a door slam and her eyes shot open. Carl got out, pulled her bag out of the trunk and yanked her door open

The high desert of Oregon wasn't a place, it was an atmosphere. A vast, silent exhale of sagebrush, juniper, and sky the color of a faded bruise. County Road 42 was a scratch in the earth, flanked by barbed wire and cattle guards. The Rockhound's Claim was less a store and more of a settlement: a leaning clapboard building, a scatter of rusted mining equipment, and a half-dozen aluminum trailers baking under the relentless sun. A hand-painted sign, blistered by UV, read: "Gems. Supplies. Truth."

Harvey said, “to receive far-flung flights like yours.” Hansen looked up at the high walled walls and thought that given the location of the "complex," as that man put it, in the middle of nowhere, it was more than such exaggerated protection, with armed men and all that. He did not think it possible that someone would want to risk getting lost or dying in that desert just to get to that place, unless it was by air, as they had done. “Where are we?” Karen asked. “In Texas, near the Mexican border,” Harvey replied. “This is the Chihuahuan Desert, the largest one in North America.”

That afternoon, Jasper drove me in his modified off-road vehicle to a private shooting range deep in the desert. The car blasted deafening heavy metal. He steered with one hand, a cigarillo held in the other, tapping a rhythm against the window frame. "See that?" he said, pointing to a cluster of wind-eroded rock formations in the distance. "Looks like the gates of hell, doesn't it? The Mexicans call it the 'Devil's Spine.'" I looked over. The red rocks seemed to twist in the heat, like countless souls in torment.