Camino Island Fl Novels & Stories

The water on either side of the pier was the clearest blue he'd ever seen, like something from a picture postcard, and the white sand on the beach matched it perfectly. The pier ended at a wide flagstoned pathway leading straight up the beach and into the trees and Henry led them straight up. "This is the main pathway up from the dock, Master Mark," Henry explained as they walked. "There are a number of pathways criss-crossing the Island, but I'm not going to show you them all now. We're simply going to head for the main house, which is directly up this hill." The path was quite steep as it rose up from the beach, but not at such an angle that stairs were required. As they entered the treeli

Then we climbed. A faint trail, barely a game path, switchbacked up through dense green. Vines thick as wrists. Air heavy with orchid and rot. Insects sang in the understory. Damian went first, rifle slung across his back, machete in hand, clearing just enough to pass. I followed, pistol holstered, senses sharp. We reached the summit at first light. The island was smaller than it looked from the sea, two square kilometers at most. A single volcanic cone at the center, collapsed into a shallow crater lake. Jungle everywhere else. No roads. No buildings.

The driver said. "Is this island still part of the city?" Leroy asked. "I think...yes... It's just an island after all." Hannah replied. We passed by a lot of resorts. Each and every one of them had unique names like Paradise Island, Pearl Farm, Bali-Bali, and some others I don’t know how to pronounce. It was fifteen minutes when we finally reached our own destination. "Cavanico." I read aloud the big sign of the board plastered at the entrance. I saw a few cars were angrily leaving. I furrowed. "Why are they leaving?"

"Thank you so much, Cami. Really! Thank you!" She chuckled and helped Sunny with our bags. "It's nothing, Lucky. Let's go." I nodded. Cami led the way. Sunny was the one who sat on the shotgun seat while me, mom and her nurse were behind. The trip was three hours. I was in awe when we reached Camilla's vacation house. It's a two storey modern tropical house in front of a beach. My jaw dropped because of the fascinating view. The place reminds me of Isla Riva.

I leaned back into his chest and lifted my head. It was exhilarating. “Pretty cool, right? Growing up, my father had a sailboat. We used to sail off the coast of Martha’s vineyard every summer. When I was young, I used to dream about just taking off and sailing around the world.’ “That sounds magical,” I sighed. “This is pretty cool, man,” Cameron said. “Like, next level cool.” “That’s the island we’re going to,” Dillon pointed. It was a small island, with a pristine white beach. “It’s uninhabited.”

The worst part was that they only brought thirty thousand dollars in cash—enough under normal circumstances, but not for a resort this expensive. “Does this part of the country only have one cellular tower?” Kenneth asked, irritated. “Um.” Crisanto hesitated before pointing to an island visible from the lobby. “That local island can get a signal from another island, but it’s going to be a long journey.” “Can you take us there?” Kenneth asked. “We’ll make it worth your trouble.” “Well…” Crisanto paused before sharing, “I actually live on that island, Sir. We have an afternoon trip from the resort, but if you come with me, the next boat service isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

She hurriedly searched for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. At that moment, a man's low, hoarse voice came from the doorway. "Sharon." Sharon looked up and saw a sharply defined, handsome face. His eyes burned with undisguised affection. She stared at him warily. "Where is this?" Jamie walked in and said calmly, "This is my private island. It's surrounded by the sea and cut off from the outside world. The only way in or out is by helicopter. I remember you once told me you liked quiet, secluded places. The scenery and environment here are excellent—you'll definitely like it.

The GPS on my phone told me to take a right onto Vista Drive. I pulled over and looked at it again, just to make sure that I had typed in the address correctly. There was no way that this was the right Vista Drive. This is weird, I thought. There has to be something wrong. I had been driving for twenty minutes, following the directions to the address that Gabe had given me to come visit him at his home. My GPS had led me to the bridge that connected to one of the islands just outside of Miami, but there was no way this was the right bridge.

I exclaimed as I leaned back in my chair. Florisse frowned at me. She insisted on using a spoon and fork, so I don't think she was very full. My brow furrowed into a smirk. "Spoiled brat," I said quietly. We were about to land on the Island that Paul had mentioned. I'm looking forward to swimming in the sea again. I set out to meet the Island in the distance. We're probably on the other side of Batangas. "This is Isla Verde," I said, looking at Argo's voice beside me.