Caribbean Island Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The plan was to make love right after the shower, but after a long flight, Kate dozed off in her bathrobe, and Carlos did the same. “Kate?” Carlos called again. She fluttered her eyes open and smiled. She reminded him, “My island is so beautiful.” Carlos’ lips thinned into a smile. He answered, “Yes, it is.” “Why did you buy me an island and here in the Maldives?” Kate softly asked. “Because you always said that this was one of your favorite beach destinations,” Carlos answered. “And when I had the chance to visit this country after one of my tournaments, I understood why. It’s a paradise out here.”

"These are unlisted properties of Charles O'Marra. Chances are, he's hiding his daughter in one of them." Giovanni flipped it open, eyes scanning the neatly typed entries. "Thank you." "I'll be going now." "Still looking for Herman?" "Yes." "Be careful." "I will." Without another word, Phantom slipped out, leaving only silence in her wake. Giovanni pored over the dossier. Eight properties. Three private islands stood out—Seychelles, Maldives, Hawaii. If he were Charles, that's exactly where he would hide Carly. He snatched up his phone again, dialing Leon. "Leon. Any scheduled trips for O'Marra to the Maldives, Hawaii, or Seychelles?"

I opened it and read, Dear Princess Anatonia, My name is Wise Grandma and I am here to help. Now I hear you are in a bit of trouble, so I am going to give you a little bit of advice. You need to go get your friends out from under the sycamore tree. You must use what you know to get you in and them out quietly. Then you must go to the stone compass a few yards away from the tree. That will be the only way to my hut, for I am in this land but not. You need to say this riddle; I once was wise, now i’m not, I need to find a coconut. After you say those words you and your friends will be automatically transported to the stone sundial next to my hut. There I will tell you what you need to know.

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."

The captain docked the boat at an island called Grand Cayman, which is the largest of the three islands. The Cayman Islands are made up of three islands: Grand Cayman, Cayman Brac and Little Cayman. The largest, Grand Cayman, has a cosmopolitan vibe, gourmet restaurants, world-class diving and the famous Seven Mile Beach. Cayman Brac is a nature lover's paradise with stunning diving and breathtaking walks along the rocky bluff. The smallest island, Little Cayman, is home to just one hundred and fifty people. Visitors, like myself, enjoy the relaxed atmosphere and sunny sky.

"Isla, initiate Code Black on the security detail. I need two teams ready—one for aerial insertion, one for maritime extraction. They must be untraceable, off the books, and currently in the Caribbean." I complied instantly, my fingers flying over the penthouse's sophisticated interface. A detailed, three-dimensional topological map of the Bahamas shimmered to life in the center of the room. I zoomed in on the coordinates Cora had provided, revealing a small, heavily forested island ringed by pristine reefs. On the western side, nestled against a small lagoon, was the compound: a main villa, a generator house, and a single, concrete boathouse.

“My name is Tyler Walter, madame. I’m a businessman. We just want to talk to Elias about something important. He might have information about the person we're searching for.” She nodded after checking my Identification Card. “Well, he's living in the residential area of the Carolina Coast. You’ll have to go to the port and from there, you’ll ride a boat. It will take you two to three hours to get there.” I nodded. “Thank you so much.” “Carolina Coast…” Damon whispered as we went back to the car. I glanced at him after I shut the door beside me. “You that place?” “Yeah…” he sighed and rested his back after putting seatbelt on. “The untouched island. No tall buildings. No elegant resorts. Just

Robbie gave me a squeeze with his arm. "You want to know now, or do you want it to be a surprise?" he asked. The engines began to hum a low, rumbling song as they powered up for takeoff. I sipped my drink and thought about it for half a second. While the surprise would be fun, the anticipation was killing me. "Now. Definitely now," I answered. He laughed. "We are going to Key Island in the Caribbean." I recognized the name. "Isn't that where your brother met his wife?"

I told her while giving her a puppy eye. “Fine. Let’s go to Carnaza Island next weekend,” she said with a grin. “Carnaza Island? I never heard that.” “It’s an island north to Malapascua island. There’s a new resort there and the beach? It’s perfect! The white sand is awesome!” “Okay, then. Let’s go there. It’s a date then.” “Great!” I smirked inside because I successfully made her forget about Kristoff and me. But a part of me was also asking… What are we really?