Caribbean Novels & Stories

Their second day on the island has been nothing but fun. Early the next morning they were already at the ocean, playing inside the water. "This is so cool, Babe. Jamaican fruits are so sweet. " She said while sucking on the freshly peeled orange in her hand. "Chef Bruce always comes to Jamaica to get some fresh Caribbean fruits. Lol. Yes, they taste better than normal fruits." He responded. Catherine got out of the water and walked towards Ace. "Have you spoken to your Mom yet?" She asked him and Ace shook his head.

"Silas didn't just build in the Bavarian mountains. He bought up old, abandoned industrial infrastructure across the Caribbean basin during the commodities crash of the late nineties. Barahona is famous for larimar mining and old salt deposits. If it’s marked as SUB-FOUR, it’s a subterranean facility built into a deep alluvial terrace." ​Lyra tapped a rapid sequence into her wrist terminal, cross-referencing the uncertified downlink mask with old United States Geological Survey maps she had archived during their initial research in Marseille. The green vector lines on her screen shifted, layering the satellite transmission path over a stark, three-dimensional

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.

She raises an eyebrow as the redhead comes over and stares at Ash, or at least he feels as if she’s staring, he feels uneasy while he watches his reflection in her glasses. “Rare here then, hmm. Imported… From the Americas maybe? Yes, so, Southern, Central or Northern? Central. Caribbean, or mainland? Caribbean.” She tilts her head a little, thinking. “Cuba, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic.” She smirks, “There we are, so it’s probably Mamajuana they’re after.” Ash looks to Kai, who looks as stunned as he feels. He turns back to her but she’s walking down the bar to a cupboard under the back bar and starts going through

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.

"Seychelles. North Island, specifically." Giovanni closed his eyes, allowing himself to picture her. His Carly, his stubborn, sassy, infuriating bride. Sun-kissed skin from years in tropical climates, those impossibly dark brown eyes that could see straight through his soul, the way she used to bite her lower lip when concentrating on her manuscript. The image was so vivid it physically hurt.

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."