Nevada Novels & Stories

Greg leans in a little closer, “Next stop…” I smile, “Las Vegas.” The engines roar to life, and the plane surges forward. My stomach flips as the ground disappears. And just like that, we are on our way to Las Vegas, Nevada.

"We'll be coming down the mountain to get our injuries treated. Can Hinata carry heavy things, like, a human?" "What?" "We'll have her carry the sniper girl over there." Seth points at the woman from before, Half-Native American. Hinata, sitting a few meters away from their campfire, knees to her chest, nods. "Looks like she can." *** "How much longer will it take?" A man drenched in sweat asks behind another, hair matted and black, eyebrows rigid, a cut going through both. "We've been walking across Nevada for a few days now, when will we get to Vegas?"

"It's my treat today. It's Anna's first time seeing the ocean." "No shit?" Ruthie asked, craning around to look at Anna. Embarrassed, Anna shrugged apologetically. "We don't have an ocean in Wyoming." "Wyoming is the forty-fourth state," Daryl said mechanically, still looking out his window. "It's 97,941 square miles in size. Janine? I don't like parking on the beach." "I know, sweetie, but since it's Anna's first time, I didn't think you'd mind. Ruthie will make sure you're safe. Won't you, Ruthie?"

I said smiling at him and he slowly raises his head still looking embarrassed. I asked him to join me at breakfast, though it was just coffee and a slice of bread. I am happy to know that I still have someone to eat with even in my special mission slash journey. "We are near our destination." He said then sipped on his coffee. I nodded and thought that it was good news. Nearing our next destination, the valley of the high mountains lays a small county. It will be a little hassle to go there because we have to trek, but if ever we get tired, we can just fly our way there.

Nevada, America The day’s activities were going pretty smooth, the guests were eating and chatting, Arnold was in the kitchen with the other chefs, he was arranging some ceramic plates into a small steel cupboard. The TV in the kitchen suddenly switched to breaking news “There has been a terrorist attack on Chimney street, Carson city, the capital city of the state of Nevada, over 100 persons have been held hostage in Lori Carson museum, the purpose of kidnap is yet to be known and so far no one has been hurt” the Newscaster reported; everyone in the kitchen began to panick because the restaurant was just few blocks away from th

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The ley line wasn’t far and it would take three jumps. Breathing in the magic from the ley line, I took both of Vic’s hands. Letting the magic whip around us, I felt the shift and the drain of magic from my body. Blinking, I looked around. We were now in the middle of the desert. This was just outside California, in the Nevada desert. It was even littered with tumble weeds and a few cactus plants jutting up from the barren ground. I was lucky it was February and still cool. This trip would be murder if it was the middle of summer.

Mom wants to know if it’s food. Me: Maybe. Tell her she’ll find out once she get’s home. I need y’all to open it as soon as you get home. I put the phone down and look out the window as we’re driving through the pack. The pack's location is East of San Diego, and it runs from the Palomar Mountain area through East Escondido, CA to Riverside, California. The pack house is situated at the center of Temecula, California.

Aimee muttered suspiciously. She then started searching for all those areas via the internet. The first area name Aimee typed into the search field was Houston. Not long after, a complete description of Houston emerged, which is the fourth largest city in Las Vegas. But after looking for a long time, she didn't find anything suspicious from Houston, besides it's also quite far from Vegas, so Aimee put the name aside for a moment and started looking for the name of another area that might be the place where the mysterious mafia moves. She started typing Phoenix's name in the search field. Two seconds later came a brief description of the city of Phoenix which is the hottest city in Las Vegas.

Raven shouted again, and the vision zoomed in closer, showing Nebraska and Colorado on the map. “They’re coming to Las Vegas.” I let out a deep breath. “They must be flying over Nebraska and into Colorado right now. The next state is Utah and then Nevada.” Lance’s head snapped up. “How much time does that give us.” I shook my head. “Not long. If they’re coming to Las Vegas, I’m sure they’ll contact us when they land.” “She’s right,” Raven agreed. “Obviously, he wants to make you watch whatever he plans to do.”