Desert Heat Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He couldn't even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what's referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

Moonlight came through the big windows. I moved to his desk first. Drawers were locked. I tried the bookshelves next. Nothing. Then I noticed a small painting on the wall. It looked different. I lifted it carefully. Behind it was a hidden safe. My heart raced. I tried numbers. My birthday. Nothing. Sarah’s birthday. The safe clicked open. Inside were papers and a small black book. I pulled out the book. My sister’s diary. Real leather. Her handwriting on the first page. Tears came fast as I read.

Third Person POV Flashback Continued Seven weeks later, the desert heat pressed down like it had something to prove. The kind of heat that didn’t just sit on your skin, it seeped into your bones. And Brittany was right in the middle of it. Working. Moving. Smiling. Surviving.

With that, I got out of his car and walked inside my apartment. I unlocked the door to my apartment and entered inside, closing the door. I went straight to my room, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I took a quick shower, but even the warm water couldn't wash away the despair that clung to me. I crawled into bed, and fell asleep. ……

Something inside of me told me that I could trust him, and I just hoped that the instinct I was following wasn’t a part of me that was desiring him, leading me astray. I had thought that the dead lands were the most dreadful place in this world, but I was quick to learn that it wasn’t, as the temperature began to rise what felt like from the ground, making me start to sweat, profusely. The dead lands dried up vegetation looked like a dream to the ground now beneath Easton’s paws, and I was now so grateful to be on his back, but I started to worry how far in these conditions he could carry me, as my own mouth became as dry as the Atacama Desert.

Her tiny waist was mesmerizing, and her delicate arms gleamed in the sunlight. She was kneeling on the seat, leaning forward with her phone, snapping selfies. In that position, I nearly caught a glimpse of what lay under her dress. The sun hung high, and not a single person could be seen on the top deck. I quickly snapped back to reality and cleared my throat to alert her, hoping she would realize someone was there. Startled, the woman turned around, her beauty as breathtaking as I had imagined. She had striking features, a charmingly upturned nose, and cherry-red lips. Her tight, slightly transparent white blouse accentuated her curves.

~ Daniel and the others stood facing what looked like a massive dune. It stretched in either direction as far as their eyes could see. It was hundreds of feet tall, with a single path leading through to the valley on the opposite side. Nothing about it looked naturally made. Out in the desert, the sun was unforgiving. Gusty winds whipped the fine shards of sand against them. They wore scarves around their faces, goggles to protect their eyes. Every inch of them covered to stay safe from the elements. The downside to wearing protective clothing was feeling like a potato in aluminum foil roasting over an open grill. Through the soles of his shoes, Daniel could feel the heat from the desert flo

The Deceptive Sands Under the unrelenting heat, the golden dunes of the desert rolled like frozen waves in an unending expanse. As they trekked through the empty space, Zara adjusted the weight of Lyra's comatose form slung over her shoulder, perspiration streaming from her forehead. Elara moved forward, looking for any indication of cover or relief on the horizon. Zara shifted Lyra a little and grunted, "We can't keep this pace forever." "She weighs more than she appears."

The Siren Sisters Odessa The growl of the bike between my leather clad thighs and the vibrations from the huge engine rumble through my body. It makes me feel alive. This is what I live for. The chase. Athena and Moira follow slightly behind me. Our trio takes up the whole width of the road as we speed across the desert. The road we are on cuts a path straight through the humid, dry landscape. The sun is hot and unrelenting as it shines down on us. I see a gas station and motel up ahead through the shimmering heat. With our luck recently I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a mirage. Thank goodness, its real. I’m starting to feel like a dried-out fish out of water. It’s not just us that need a

Chapter 2 Aria woke up feeling numb all over. Last night was the wildest night of her life. Her head hurt because of all the drinks she had last night. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. The room was quiet, dark, and nothing like her own. The air smelled like cedarwood and something faintly spicy, masculine, and expensive. Then her heart dropped. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t even close to home. And the body heat beside her last night… wasn’t Evan’s.