Caribbean Novels & Stories

“It was. Until yesterday.” She paused, watching me closely. “The location is Caribbean-based. We're still finalizing where, but it’s moving forward. We need someone with a spine, a vision, and a damn clue to represent us there. Just for a month or two. Logistics. Artist relations. Opening showcase prep. All that good stuff.”

she said trying to erase the tension between us. I've noticed that Katherine became interested in sports lately, specifically in basketball. I looked at Liam, he mouthed the word "crush". By that, I was hinted the reasons behind of it. I see, the Anaconda still have felings huh. I hope she doesn't gets bored when she's watching. She's not really into sports. This is just merely a disguise to stalk her "crush".

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Philip Sitting beside a mahogany-framed square window, I gazed out at the vast expanse of the Caribbean Sea. The water, a mesmerizing blend of azure and turquoise, stretched to the horizon, its gentle waves kissing the pristine white sands of St. Barts. This tranquil paradise starkly contrasted with the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind.

I shook my head. Marguerite was fast asleep when we arrived at an airstrip close to the Island. It was a large private island located in the Caribbean, close to Venezuela, and was always used for meetings, and judgement. We had different leaders governing all continents. North America, South America, Asia, Africa, Europe, and Australia. I carried my vamp mate in my arms, taking care so she wouldn’t wake up. Then I stepped out of the helicopter.

he greeted, smiling and waving his hands at us. We responded, and thanked him for his greeting. “Welcome to the Caribbean, why not hop in, let me show you guys around.” He even promised to show us the hidden gems of the island. We looked at each other and decided to hop into his old rickety vehicle. Carlo drove us through winding roads, we even passed through jungles that were completely green in color. He stopped the car when we finally got to a waterfall, and we all came down from the car to admire its ravishing beauty.

with the Caribbean Root. "They're calling it The Reef," Avery said, her voice catching the salt-laden breeze. "But the UN is still calling it a 'Squatter Colony.' They’ve authorized a blockade of the shipping lanes. They think if they starve the Sombra-Cities of 'Standard' supplies, the people will come crawling back to the mainland."

“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.

He run explained, Mr. Carlton sighed, realizing his son's enthusiasm was not going to wane. "Alright, Henry. Tell me more about this island. Where is it located?" his dad said, "It's in the Caribbean, just a few hours by boat from the mainland," Henry explained, eagerly pulling out his laptop to show his dad some pictures he had taken earlier. "Look, Dad! Look at these stunning beaches, the crystal clear waters, and the lush greenery!" Henry said, Mr. Carlton peered over his son's shoulder, studying the images. He had to admit, the scenery was breathtaking. "It does seem like a paradise, Henry. But, have you considered the environmental impact and sustainabili

Both were blonde, and had striking silver eyes. "What do you want for breakfast, Donna?" Zita asked me. I shrugged. "Um, my name is Isabelle. What's Mariano having?" "Cornetto, coffee, and fruits." (Cornetto - The Italian take on the French croissant, usually smaller, lighter, less buttery and slightly sweet, with an orange-rind glaze brushed on top.) "Yes, I'll have that too, please," I said. "Coming right up." Aria winked at me.