Sao Klein Novels & Stories

“We are not from here, meaning earth.” “Where are you from then? Are you aliens?” It’s the only way to explain it. They turn into dragons after, although I can’t help but be curious about what Maximo’s dragon looks like. Santino smirks and Maximo scoffs. “We happen to be from another realm. It’s connected to Earth, and that’s where all the other mythical creatures are. It’s a whole world on its own and we are its rulers.” Santino elaborates, and I laugh.

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

After the imperial city we should talk about the city which is famous for its size. Kleine Stad, the smallest in size and the one which has a population of mixed cultures. From every direction people came here to this island to start a normal life. Kleine Stad is situated in the great Cuscus Ocean. The city is a member of Roorkie Islands, a group of six members. Where Kleine Stad is in the centre and while the other five islands are making a ring around it.

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

Chloe Soon, we drove through a dense line of trees, and my eyes widened in surprise. Before us stretched a large crowd of people, gathered around a dirt track with a starting line painted on the ground. The track was filled with various cars, including many race cars. I had heard rumors about this place at school, but I never imagined I would end up here. As we pulled up, people in the crowd noticed our car and their faces lit up with excitement. My anxiety started to rise, but my driver parked the car, grabbed his phone, and stepped out. He walked around to my side, opening the door, just as Kai and the others approached. I got out of the car, and Kai immediately pulled me into a tight hug,

“It’s effective. Jeddah to Mukalla by dhow—no AIS. Transfer to a feeder out of Socotra using stolen bill of lading identifiers. They enter the global stream at Colombo or Kochi, drift west to Mombasa or east to Tanjung Pelepas, and eventually hit the Pacific spine. Eastbound lanes are swimming this month—perfect to hide mass. Brisbane, Melbourne, or Darwin are low-risk entries depending on weather and union activity.” Lisa, already triangulating, drew a box around three red-lit ports. “If the clock says three days, East Coast Australia is the most probable splashdown. They’ll want proximity to population density and transit corridors.” Don twirled his Montblanc once. “And the Saudis? State,

'BABY HATCH' Shin immediately snapped out of his reverie when she passed the place labeled 'Baby Hatch'. It is a baby dump box. Although controversial, but the Swiss government has opened Baby Hatch in 2001 in the city of Einsiede. What now made Shin surprised was when she saw an old woman who was sneaking around with a baby, then quickly put the baby into a box labeled 'Baby Hatch'. And the woman immediately ran leaving the baby. Yeah, she dumped the baby!