Books Like Shutter Island Novels & Stories

I listened and when the clicking stopped I let out a heave. “Let’s go back to business.” I told him. He smirked and closed his eyes. He inclined down pouting his lips. I chuckled and passed through him shaking my head. I searched for something I didn’t know. I ran my fingers on the tons of book in the shelf. The books were all about politics and the island of VeM. “You like teasing me around huh?” Grip pinned me against the shelf. He put his right hand on the side of my head. I turned around and faced him.

“We first arrive at several smaller islands. Some are barely inhabited. Some not. This performance alone fascinated Mara. Islands where there are probably no street lights at night. No advertising glowed. No emails arrived. Just nature. She suddenly wondered how people lived there. Whether they were happier. Or whether loneliness eventually found the same way to one. A seagull glitt over the water next to the ship. Mara watched her quiet flight. So light. Almost weightless. When did she stop feeling light? Maybe years ago. Perhaps adulthood was often just another word for it, slowly hard too ,. The hours went slow. And that's exactly what Mara loved right now. No one was afraid. No one talke

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

she whispered back. ~The End~ Thank you so much for staying with in this journey of Isabella, Dante, Romeo and Irene. Some of you encouraged me a lot. I can't be more grateful, really. I hoped you enjoyed the book. Please leave your rating, and recommend to your friends. Love ya. Also, please check out my newly published book, “Tempted by Ex-husband’s Biker Uncle.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

You won’t need to pretend anymore coz you’re gonna kill me anyway, then find a new victim - an innocent she-wolf from my pack who’s easier to manipulate than me! I nod, still faking a smile. The jet touches down before I even notice the time pass. We step off the shuttle and into Amantheia Paradise Island. I’m surprised—relieved even—to find out that it’s not as private as I thought it is. There are other foreign shifters walking around the beach area and the cottages that are erected near the dense, verdant forest. The sand is so white and fine that Orvyn and I sink a little with each step.

Even Ethan shuts up for once, his scientific explanations forgotten, his face pressed next to Alexander's against the glass. Madison is in my lap. She's been quiet for the last hour, watching the ocean get closer, watching the blue deepen and change as we descend. Eleanor is clutched against her chest. "Are those really islands?" she whispers. "Really islands." "They're so small." "That's what makes them special." "But... where do people live? Is there room?" "There's room. Each island has a resort. Hotels. Places for people to stay when they want to see somewhere beautiful."

I slip inside and shut it behind me. Theodore's room is charming. It's plain compared to some of the rooms I've seen in the palace, but it feels refreshingly modest. If his personality matches his style, it's no wonder Althea likes him. She's never been one for flashy things. He's lightly decorated his space with plants, maps, and books. I immediately notice the tall bookshelves along the far wall and the collection of books. The shelf stands as tall as the ceiling, and almost every one is filled. I walk over, scanning the spines in awe.

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.