Caribbean Island Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

On the deck of the luxurious yacht, Joanna, Alira, and Carlo reveled in the sun-drenched tranquility of their secluded island getaway. Laughter, light and carefree, echoed across the turquoise water as they playfully chatted with each other, a welcome, albeit temporary, escape from the unease that gnawed at Joanna. The warm Caribbean sun kissed her skin, and a gentle breeze rustled through her hair, yet her thoughts remained tethered to Clyde, a constant ache in her heart.

At some point he must have decided to join me because when we arrive to our destination we’re both the bed together. I don’t know where we’re when we get down from the plane but definitely somewhere in the Caribbean. A car is waiting for us when we get down from the plane and we drive for a while, while I make guesses which by the I finally guessed right. We’re in the Bahamas, my traveling board is very full I have actually visited lots and lots of places so I have actually been here before but not where Carter is taking me from what I can see from the drive. We drive to a private island called Pelican Cay, Bahamas.

Oddly enough, though dressed in traditional attire, they spoke fluent English and bowed respectfully to Carlo, addressing him as “Sir.” “What is this place, exactly? Where are we?” Lyla asked curiously. “It’s an island in a small Central American country,” Carlo replied casually. “My father bought it years ago and named it Valentina Island.” Valentina Bianchi. The name flashed through her mind, reminding her of a painting she’d once seen in Carlo’s apartment—a portrait of a woman caged on a tiny island with endless seas stretching behind her. “So… this is named after your mother?” she asked, uncertain.

“I was recently in the Caribbean.” “I love the Caribbean,” Jonathan tells me. “I found the best little resort there. Maybe I can take you some time. It's amazing.” The idea of a Caribbean adventure with Jonathan makes my brain go all woozy as blood rushes to other parts of my body. “I think I'd like that.” The words come out in a whispery moan that makes Jonathan smile and me blush. “What else?” Jonathan asks. “I have to know more about you.” “What do you want to know?” I'll tell him anything. Everything.

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. “This can’t be right,” I said, as I checked the address for the second time. I looked out across the water to a small body of land called Virginia Key. Massive mansions decorated the top of the hills. It was by far the most prestigious area in all of Miami. This wasn’t just a well-to-do part of town. The people who lived on the Virginia Key were a different kind of rich. They weren’t millionaires. They were billionaires.

******* The Island Paradise1 After all those hard days and tireless nights of working, Bianca was finally enjoying the ultimate vacation on a little-known Caribbean island. Bianca was a tall brunette with dark brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She had a nice figure, not too big, not too small. Even though she was an attractive woman, she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment and hadn’t for quite a while. She’d tried, but every time she liked someone the lies and deceptions destroyed any possible relationship. And her fear of catching something kept her from one-night stands, making it even harder. So she concentrated on her career. Being the president of a dot-com business kept h

(Sexual Content) Ty I was in a small Caribbean country called Barbados for two more days with my wife, we extended our stay as it was a nice little island with things like safari rides, and submarine rides, and there were hikes and caves that we explored. They had an ancient cave there that was a tourist attraction and it was an amazing visit. The Subba diving was a trip, the local restaurants and street food were amazing by the locals and the nightclubs were great. The alcohol was good, not enough to get me drunk until I ran into the local werewolf packs and they realized who I was when they felt the power, and bowed, offering protection for as long as we were on the island. They had some r

“I recognize you. You’re on the footage from that show.” Once again, I forced my expression to remain neutral. I wasn’t going to reveal that I was slightly uncomfortable having been recognized for my appearance on “The Island.” “If you know who I am, you can guess why I’m here.” “The Row-so girl,” he said, mispronouncing her name slightly with his heavy accent. I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. He shrugged a beefy shoulder and nodded at the other two, who put away their guns. “Come with me.”

The luxurious private villa in the hills above Kingston, Jamaica, overlooked the glittering city lights and the Caribbean Sea beyond. The warm tropical night air was thick with the scent of sea salt, blooming frangipani, and jerk spices from a distant barbecue. Soft reggae drifted from hidden speakers, blending with the distant sounds of the city and the gentle crash of waves.

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?"