Desert Heat Book Novels & Stories

My eyes were glistening with gratitude. However, Cherry showed up in the afternoon. “Ana, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have picked the amusement park in that heat.” She clung to Evan’s arm and swayed it playfully. “Baby, I found a much nicer place today. It’s quiet and peaceful. It’ll be good for Ana’s health too.” Just like that, Evan, who had promised to spend the whole day with me, broke his word again. When they reached the spot, Evan felt a strange sense of familiarity.

The once cool meadow air was replaced by the desert's scorching heat, and our feet sank into the soft sand with every step. Richard shielded his eyes, scanning the horizon. "We need to find shelter and water soon." "I agree," I replied, pulling a scarf from my bag to cover my head. "The desert can be unforgiving, especially at night when the temperature drops." As we trudged forward, a mirage began to form in the distance - a shimmering oasis surrounded by palm trees. But as we neared it, the vision shifted, revealing not an oasis, but a small, decrepit hut.

The desert was a vast, shimmering expanse of dunes that seemed to stretch into eternity, a stark, golden antithesis to the granite and frost of the North. Our caravan, stripped down to a swift-moving cadre of scouts and diplomatic envoys, cut a solitary path through the heat. Silas rode at my side, his eyes scanning the horizon with the relentless, predatory patience of a wolf stalking a desert cat.

Arabella's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she squinted against the blinding sun overhead. The heat bore down oppressively, causing sweat to pool immediately beneath her shirt. The air around her was dry, hot, and arid — all signs pointed to her being in a desert. Panic ignited within her like a fire, and she frantically surveyed her surroundings for any hint of civilization but encountered nothing but endless sand. Her throat felt parched; her saliva was beginning to thicken. Soon, it seemed there wouldn't be enough moisture left for her to swallow.

Before I get tempted to eat it, I covered the pot, washed the plates and went back to my room. I was bored to hell. I mean, when you don't have a phone, what then do you do? Read? Pftt, I wish! Even if I wanted to read, I'd rather read texts sent to me, or a novel on lightreader or w******l. Aside that, if I wasn't given an assigment, or if I don't have an upcoming text or exam, I won't open a book.. “It's sunrising how you're still so smart". My friends usually say..

Alpha Noah’s POV The sun blazed mercilessly over the pack, casting its fiery rays down on the bustling pack. The air shimmered with waves of heat, making everything in sight appear hazy and distorted. Under the scorching sun, people sought refuge in the shade of buildings or huddled under umbrellas, trying to escape the stifling heat. The pack was unusually quiet as the oppressive temperature deterred most from venturing outside. The few brave souls who braved the blazing heat scurried along with sweat trickling down their foreheads.

She feel like drinking a whole tub of water at this moment from the combined heat and thirst. With her eyes watching every slow step that she took, she felt even more drained. She almost crawled on fours. She looked like a turtle on a desert's burning, barren surface. The strength to bring her gaze up was vanished upon the dancing images ahead on the other end as though a scene from where a huge fire was flaming before her eyes. The heat was that cruel at this hour of the day. She carried on her way and she was finally awoken when the creeking of gigantic hinges made a loud noise. It was an effective way of bringing her back to her dozing senses under an unbelievable heat.

Now I have a stone in my pocket and an endless desert ahead of me. The day is too hot to keep walking but there is no shade. So I keep walking. I've stopped thinking of other words for trudging. I've stopped thinking of the stone. I've stopped thinking of everything. All I know is one foot in front of the other and watching the horizon and making sure I'm walking toward where the sun will set and Goddess will this sun ever set it is so hot, so hot, so hot. My feet burn through my shoes, my clothes stick to my sweat-slick skin, my eyes are gritty and scorched by the bright white sand. The sun sets and for a while I keep walking because it's all I can do. Like my body forgot how to do anything

Then the grains slid again, and he realized it was sand. He froze. The heat pressed harder against his skin, thick and suffocating, and suddenly the scent in the air made sense — dry, burnt, ancient. Was this some kind of deserted waste land? His throat tightened as realization crept in. It was the desert. He was trapped in the desert, in complete darkness. Gavin clenched his jaw, anger rising in his chest like fire. “Of course…” he muttered hoarsely. “Of course it had to be this.”

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.