Sahara Novels & Stories

Sahara entered carrying a single plate and a set of utensils. She carefully placed them in front of him. Scrambled eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. And a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled politely. "Breakfast is ready." Then she remained standing beside the table. Leaf frowned. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. Sahara blinked in confusion. Her green eyes widened slightly as she studied him. "What do you mean?" Leaf gestured toward the empty chair. "Why aren't you sitting down?" A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Delighted, Charlie quickly asked, "They found something? Did Captain Lammy say what it was? Did they locate a new dead soldier base?" "Yes!" Vera smiled, nodding. "He said that the AI Module found a phosphate mine in Morocco, and he said that he will brief you directly when you return." Charlie thought about it and asked, "Morocco… That's in Africa, right?" "Yes," Vera said, "It's across the sea on the Iberian Peninsula where Spain and Portugal are located. It's abundant in phosphates, accounting for about 70% of the global reserves."

I have often wondered if they think someone would pick a name like Melessa in order to be invisible. Once, having the name stopped being a curse. Once. I was traveling back from Europe headed to California. It was winter. We landed at JFK in New York and the connecting flight, non-stop to Los Angeles, left me waiting at JFK for six hours. The storm that was arriving at JFK at the same time I did threatened to close JFK in a few hours. I changed flights and got a flight to Denver. The ticketing person assured me Denver was now behind the storm and everything would be great. I would connect in Denver for a flight to LAX. She booked my tickets and I was off.

"That means us. We destroyed that one." But there were two more dots pulsing angrily in red. One was located deep in the endless dunes of the Sahara Desert. [ Sector Sand: Genetic Harvesting ] The other was located in the freezing waters of the Arctic Circle. [ Sector Ice: Final Evolution ] "They aren't just hiding here," Jackson realized. "They are global." "The Sahara base..." Margaret read the data stream scrolling next to it. "They are harvesting rare biological samples. That’s where they get the raw material for the serums."

she says as she stretches a little. “It’s the best morning” I reply. I know how cheesy that was but I also don’t care. “Um, why can’t Lore feel Atari? Is she mad?” I ask bracing for the answer. I could not prepare for what she tells me “No it’s not that.” Nova says looking awkward “I haven’t been able to sense her since the rejection. It’s what I have been working on since I went back to the Kingdom. We believe there is a psychological condition that effects wolves when they have been rejected or had other psychological trauma that weakens their bond to each other. I’ve been studying the phenomenon. I’m actually at university now working on a way to fix it for all wolves that have this affli

If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club. Sahka isn't any part African. The Sahka are an aboriginal people. Since you are in North America, you would think Native Americans, and you would be wrong. There are tons of cool tribal names in the Americas...but apparently they'd all be rejected for a Turkish nomadic people who inhabit Northeastern...Siberia.

he frowned as he glanced at her. "That's the reason why I'm here... to tell you that I'll accept your offer." "Great!" Denvo exclaimed a suspicious smile plastering on his lips. He snapped at Enrique signaling him to hand over the contract. But before Enrique could pass the contract, Samara spoke up, "But... I just want to know what's your intention, I mean, you know—" she paused, crossed her legs, and leaned her back on the leather couch to relax her back. "The paradise club is an integral part of who I am. Until now, I have dedicated my life to building this and becoming successful. I won't let anyone ruin and mess with it. And let me warn you, I show no mercy," her gaze is as sharp as gla

ODETTE After a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long.

There were fewer people in the lobby and I just quietly made my way out when I heard my name being called. I looked back to see Sarah running towards me. "What are you doing here? Our classes ended long back." She asked out of breath. "Yeah, something happened. Why are you still here?" "Hades has his classes, so I wait for him." She shrugged. I nodded. "I really want you to meet him. Even my other friends. Hannah, Derrick, and Noah." She let out excitedly. And I smiled at her excitement.

She was in the desert. She wasn’t sure what dessert she was but because she was well cultured and had travelled the world a lot, she became more certain that she was in The Sahara Desert in Northern Africa. She was scared and alone, the howl of the wind inducing more fear in her and the sand was hot on her feet despite the fact that it was evening and the sun was soon to set. Isabelle became even more afraid when she felt a swift breeze that was obviously not natural. It was made due to something moving incredibly fast and whatever it was, it landed right in front of her with a lot of power and it caused the sand to envelop her once more.