Sahara Ajar Novels & Stories

Sahara declared in complete and full pride knocking the air out of Luna Tamara's lungs. "How come?, I did not know about this?" Tamara was still perplexed "You have not bothered to ask of me in ten years, though we share the same blood, we are like strangers" Sahara confirmed Did you know about Sahara son?. I asked Kaden No, I wasn't aware. Sahara has always loved to live a quiet life, I am quite shocked. He responded "Not to worry sister, I do not wish for my son to rule" she added, I feel the calmness envelope Tamara body, she really do want her son to rule.

". Do you know why we needed your DNA? Do you know why the Architect gene is so rare?" Maya felt really cold. "Because it helps us build worlds " she said. The Teacher said "No". He pointed to the video on the screen. "Because it helps you see the truth. Look at the people in the video again Maya. Look at their eyes." Maya looked at the screen. She saw thousands of people being set free from the tanks in the Sahara. They were walking out into the sun.. When the camera got closer she saw something that made her blood feel like ice.

"Oh, gosh, Ara! Don't you know it's every girl's dream to be chosen by a hot, mysterious, dangerous tall guy?" "Erikka, I'm not taking the chance to make my dream come true. Yes, I would love to tame a beast, but I don't know him at all! He could be a hired killer, or a drug trafficker! Why else will foreigners like them wander at night sliced and stabbed?" "Oh, come on! We don't know that for sure yet. Give it a try!" "Where did your brain go? Are you stupid? What if I get human trafficked? What are you going to do about it?"

Pack responsibilities consumed their lives, tending to the ranch and lodge, leaving little room for leisure. Xariah sought refuge in a thicket of dense bushes, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes, seeking solace in the silence. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed until the gentle nudge of Sahara’s snout shattered the tranquility against theirs. A soft whimper escaped Sahara’s lips, my mother’s wolf piercing the stillness of the surroundings. Startled, Xariah’s senses sharpened, and she sprang to her feet, her small frame trembling with excitement and anticipation. Sahara rounds us, then nudges us to go towards dad’s wolf Jericho, who is patiently waiting for us in the thicket

ALPHA TRISTAN I felt a rare spark of genuine hope when the elderly healer, Nayomi, requested permission to walk with Sara. After the wreckage of our recent interactions and the constant, cold wall she built between us, I figured Nayomi—with her centuries of wisdom and maternal grace—would be the only one capable of talking some sense into her. I wanted Sara to see that her life didn't have to be a struggle; she just had to submit to the reality of my protection.

End of flash back Rahama giggled at him " you guys would have died of hunger if you hadn't find a better option then" Sadiq laughed " yes fa. It was so heard to learn on time but we had no other option but learn and I never regret it " " what about Jafar, does he know how to cook too? " Sadiq shook his head " that boy is a slow learner. He gave up on the third day of the class. He said since he have me here, he has nothing to worry about."

the young girl Sahara said then bowed to me. Sahara was a young orphan girl that had been taken in by the Coven. Her previous Coven had been destroyed when they failed to provide a female for the “Breeder Dens”. Her parents had stashed her in a hidden root cellar to save her. Everyone that night had been slaughtered including her parents. Celeste found her 3 days later still in the root cellar shaking from fear. She hasn’t talked much since being brought to the Coven but when I needed a volunteer Sahara was the only one to volunteer.

I didn't study geography to understand what he had just done, so to be honest I was lost. "The Sahara Desert is in line to the forest and by this time of the year, the North wind rises from it. Which means you're going there on land in order not to draw attention and when you're done in nothing more than 5days, we send an aircraft to pick you and the girls up," he addressed again, explaining his diagram systematically. "Why an Ultimatum?" A new voice asked this time from the far end.

As always, she pretends to take a bite of asparagus and chews slowly. Sahara pours a glass of red wine, takes a sip, and says, “What do you think of my gladiators, Zoe?” I straighten in my chair stiffly and take a sip of my own drink. “I think that you’re a great businesswoman,” I say diplomatically. I don’t know why she’s asking me, but I refuse to give away too much information. Sahara is a very volatile woman. She can make my life hell if she feels that I slighted her in some way. Either way, what happened between Azazel and me is pointless to discuss, considering it ended as soon as it started. No, when it comes to Sahara, it’s better to not say anything at all than guess her intentions.