Sahara Novels & Stories

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

Noah’s jaw tightens immediately as his eyes narrow on the guy. “What the fuck do you mean the signal is coming from the Sahara, Blaze?” he asks, his voice full of disbelief. So that was the guy’s name. At least now I can use it instead of just calling him ‘Guy’. Blaze looks just as confused as the rest of us as he turns the screen slightly back toward himself, double-checking whatever he’s seeing. “That’s exactly what I’m getting,” he says after a moment. “The signal is clear and stable and it shows it’s coming from there.”

Woah. That’s crazy. “The South looks nothing like what they say it is. Back home, they tell us that it’s a desolate place made up of a handful of normads.Why isn’t it…” I hesitate, searching for the word. “A wasteland?” Safiya supplies. I nod. She smiles slightly, as if she’s been waiting for this question. “Because this isn’t just desert,” she says. “Not really. We keep our secret carefully guarded.” She points downwards, at the stone pavement we’re walking on

The Sahara stretched endlessly under a blazing sun, golden dunes rolling like frozen waves toward the horizon. Deep in the Erg Chebbi, a luxurious private camp of black silk tents stood hidden in a sheltered basin. Inside the largest tent, thick Persian rugs covered the sand, sheer fabrics billowed gently in the hot desert breeze, and incense of oud and sandalwood hung heavy in the air. Amara Khalil, 28, stood barefoot on the cool silk rugs, her golden-brown skin already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her long black hair clung to her back, full breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath a thin white linen dress.

Hope. Her eyes darted to Erik, but he didn't notice her stumble. His jaw was set, his eyes hard as he tugged her forward. He wasn't slowing down, and he wasn't looking back either. By the time they reached the trade route at the city's border, Rey's lungs burnt, her breath falling in sharp pants. The air here was thick with dust and spice, with wagons lining the road in an endless procession. Merchants shouted their wares, oxen stamped their hooves, and guards cursed as they struggled to keep order in the chaos. It was a river of bodies and wheels, a flood with no end.

"They're here! Right now! Only an hour or two away from the village! We have to evacuate now!" The words were passing too fast, the time for safety was coming too slow, but Suka knew exactly what to do. He pushed his way through in between Matthew and June as he marched out of the hut, looking so serious Matthew's heart gave a great leap as June let out a loud gulp. Matthew had never saw Suka like that, but now that he did, he had an uncomfortable twist inside of him. But before Suka stepped out, he turned to Matthew. "Find Atlantis," he ordered briskly. "There should be some emergency weapons lined up there somewhere, you can use it. The door is at the back of the Island..."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

CHAPTER 49 INFINITE Island of LUAHU Cloudy Evening, 26℃ Day: Tuesday Time: Infinite America was once again standing on the west part of LUAHU and she has been staring into the horizon for quite some time now. She has been filled with so many thoughts in her head and at night she thinks of how to get away from all her nightmares and her heartbreak. She has been on that cliff for a while thinking about how to solve the entire mystery and curse by herself when she doesn’t even know where to start.

Looking at the document presented to her by her colleagues, Tara flipped over the documents carefully, reading the amount she could absorb into her brain then she closed the file and sighed, "So you want to take over the Safari company?" "We just need your advice on it," Maria said. "They are bankrupt already and they need support, so it is a good idea," Tara said. "But, it is an average firm with a good reputation for their goods and services. You need to take over another company and merge it with Safari." "I don't understand," Philip said. He had an idea of what his grandmother was talking about but he didn't grasp the whole motive behind her words. "Simply buy another bankrupt company an

After two layovers on a 19-hour flight from Jakarta with Qatar Airways, they finally landed at Mohammed V International Airport in Morocco. This developed African country is indeed a magnet for foreign tourists, thanks to its beautiful beaches facing the Mediterranean Sea and Atlantic Ocean. Its natural landscape of hills, mountains, and deserts is also incredibly captivating.