Alice Island Novels & Stories

Celine laid three bikinis on a bed in a small hotel she booked online two weeks earlier. Which one should I pick? Red… black… or leopard? Anything is fine, actually. She felt confident in everything she wears anyway. Besides, being alone on this island that barely has any tourists shouldn’t cause much worry about appearance anyway. Since she left the boat and set foot on this island, the atmosphere here was quite calming, part of her was glad to escape the hectic life of the university, but part of her was concerned that the island was so quiet. Perhaps, I’m scared of my own thoughts.

Remember what has been given up for you to do this. Our rebellion against the Alpha started a year ago. Our influence has grown, but recently we trimmed some who have been undecided to ensure this mission would be successful. Everyone is relying on me to pretend to be someone I'm not. My name is Avia. Not Kenna. But Isaiah doesn't need to know that. My goal here is simple. To gain Isaiah's trust, and get enough information to bring him down.

The water in the swimming hole is cold, but nobody that’s swimming seems to mind as they splash about, clinging to the last shreds of that carefree summertime feeling. When I say most everybody from the complex is out here this afternoon, I mean it- all five of the alphas who run the squad are here, a bunch of the full-fledged squad members, and I’d venture to say all of the reserve squad recruits. Even some of the IT geeks came out- that bitchy girl Carly is here, strutting around in an ill-fitting black string bikini that makes her milky skin look even paler. If I didn’t know the girl was a shifter, I’d totally peg her as a vamp.

When they arrived the burning Mountain pack, it was calm and serene as it Always was when the rogues where not attacking them and they were not preparing to go after the rogues. "Welcome, all of you. Alpha Ron, Carla...." The luna, Victoria trailed off when she saw Carla's mate, Watson. "He is Watson Craig. He is the Beta of the pack of Valmore and he is Carla's mate. He has come with Carla," Ron said.. the luna was enchanted to have them but her excitement was not complete and her face sagged after every brief conversation that had to do with Audrey and her present state.

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

~Lianna Black~ Ace planned everything smoothly for this trip. Even my clothes, from my underwear to swimsuit, he did it all in such a short time. Mia Lianna docked on a secluded island in the Caribbean. At least that’s what the captain informed us about our destination for the time being. If I thought the yacht was magnificent, this place where we are supposed to stay was even more. So much more that I don’t have the word for it.

It was too eye-catching in this location. "So, you're taking a yacht today?" Lalisa asked. She knew this wasn't the Mộ family's yacht because it didn't have the words "No. Princess" on it. "Come here." Louis pulled Lalisa towards him. As soon as they boarded, the yacht slowly started moving along the coast, heading towards the deep sea. The waves rolled on the ocean's surface, forming a long line of white foam. The Cloud Island was getting farther away, with only a glimmer of light remaining.

She was sitting in the back of an armored SUV, halfway up the side of a mountain in the remotest region of the kingdom of Sohar, known for winning wars against the Bedouins in antiquity and for otherwise being a largely isolated wet and gray archipelago located off the Gulf. When a person thought about island kingdoms, they thought of sparkling blue waters and the temperature of a cozy hug. Or Aaliyah did. White-sand beaches beneath graceful palm trees, cocktails festooned with ripe and exotic fruits, and lovely, temperate winters bursting with tropical flowers in a riot of bright colors.

"You want to run away?" "I want to breathe." He kissed the top of my head. "Okay. Where?" "Somewhere with a beach. And no cell service." "Deal." Three days later, we were on a private island in the Caribbean. The water was turquoise, the sand white as sugar. Our cabin sat on stilts above the waves, and the only sounds were the wind and the sea. I lay on a lounger, reading a book I'd been meaning to finish for months. Alistair swam in the ocean, his powerful strokes cutting through the water.

After he left, they locked up their apartment and sneaked out with their luggage to go to Preston Island, where the wedding would be held. “Finally, we’re free!” exclaimed Alyssa as she drove her Ferrari all the way towards Alexandria Bay, from where they would take a boat to Preston Island. It was ten o’clock in the morning when Alyssa and Eva arrived on a speedboat and gasped at seeing the beautiful, secluded Island with a dreamy house with picturesque views of the St. Lawrence River from Alexandria Bay. It was totally a different world altogether, dreamy, and romantic, and they were glad they got to stay at such a place for a few days.