Alice Island Novels & Stories

The waterfall ended in a huge lake, and on that lake, was a huge monument-like building. "June, we found it." Matthew gasped in awe as he stepped closer and closer to the building. "It's just as I pictured it. When I saw the shape of Atlantis all those months ago, we were actually sailing across Satilant Island! Just that this part of the Island was underwater, and the rest of the Island was just right next to us all along! It was only because of the storm that was making it hard to notice it. It all makes sense now." June stood there, smiling as Matthew spoke.

Alistair did not skimp when it came to this yacht. "It takes a day and a half of cruising, and then we reach the island, which is in a much warmer latitude than where we left." The Private Isle of Santa Luna was a haven of natural vegetation, exotic birds, and a host of brightly colored fish in a crystal-clear pool of water. Alistair has organized for us to stay in a private villa with a pool and a view of the ocean. I am wearing a bikini that Alistair has given to me. I emerge from the bathroom and immediately feel Alistair's eyes upon me.

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

Circe whispered, a drop of rain curving over her cupid’s bow. Alessia's eyes opened to peer at her. She was close enough for their noses to touch, close enough to see the dark outlines of her blue eyes, the minuscule red networking veins in her eyes, red and swollen from crying. “The Eastern Shore,” she repeated. Alessia’s grip loosened on her friend’s sleeves as the novelty slowly sunk into her. That was where the Alpha would cast his daughter off as punishment. A small isolated city hundreds of miles from the sixth kingdom. It bordered the Green sea.

It's a huge difference from the previous arrangement, and I'm sure she's loving it. Unsure of the time difference, I dial her number, confident that she'll answer no matter what. Once the line connects, I say, "Hey Alicia, how are you doing?" Her voice on the other end trembles with concern, "Worried sick. They won't tell me where he took you. Are you safe, Nessa? Is he hurting you?" "We're on this secluded island, I'm pretty sure he owns it. The beauty here is surreal, like stepping into a fucking postcard. Crystal-clear waters, pristine beaches, and greenery everywhere. I'm having a lot of fun exploring," I confess quietly.

But she needed to know the truth. --- The island looked like paradise. Blue skies. Clear water. Green cliffs. And silence. But the moment Celeste stepped off the boat, she felt it. This place was too perfect. Like a movie set. Every flower is too bright. Every bird is too quiet. A woman stood on the dock, waiting. Tall. Elegant. With long silver hair and sharp eyes. “You must be Celeste,” she said. Celeste hesitated. “You are?” The woman smiled. “Call me Alina. I’m your aunt.”

So Allen bent down and kissed Sebestian, who was still sleepy. "Well, gentlemen, welcome to the Bahamas." Richard welcomed Allen and Sebestian. "Bahamas, Caribbean Amazing. Oh, how much I missed this place." "What is this island called?" "It's called Barco Island, sir." "No need to say, sir Richard. Call me Sebestian." Richard smiled. "So we will see you again next Friday. Enjoy your time. "See you then." Allen and Sebestian walked around their villas. There were three villas linked to each other. A pool, a private beach, even two docks