Caribbean Novels & Stories

My worry was beginning to drift off slowly and when Carlos got back, everything we'd put in motion would finally be actualized. The door banged open, speaking of the devil. Big Carlos walked in looking sweaty and exasperated as though he was a nanny for crocodiles. His polo stuck to his body in the most annoying way and the few months I've known him made it clear it wasn't water. Carlos sweated more than a faulty air conditioner. The site of him could cause anyone to lose their appetite. That explained why I've never had dinner with him.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I say "I did not choose the life of a rogue" "You didn't?" "No, I was banished" All of a sudden I'm on edge, wondering what she was banished for, she smiled before continueing "No, I didnt murder anyone, I found my mate, he was deemed the lowest of the low" she said smiling at Ed "Ed is a rogue, so rather then except him they banished you" Carol nods and I can see the pain in her eyes "Do you like being a rogue?" "I love being with Ed but I miss the fulfillment of being in a pack"

"I know I sound crazy, but you have to believe me when I say that I have a bad feeling. I know something is wrong. I need to get to him." Adam's mother thinks again about my words. It's as if I can see her thoughts processing through the black of her eyes. "Alright," she says. "Let's go. Come on." She drives us down a road I've never been on before, and it suddenly turns to dirt. I realize it's because I've never been this north of Waindale, an area close to the mountains and blanketed by dense forest. The ground is uneven and rocky, bouncing me around in my seat. When I stare out at the trees, they seem to carry on forever, never thinning out, only becoming thicker, so close that they seem

But hey, who can deny that little man anything? Kenjal slides onto a bench with no backrest, I sit across him. A waitress soon comes to serve us. “What are the island's special dishes?” I ask the friendly woman. I have to get used to her accent, it is slightly different from English in Barbados but still pleasant. “Salt Fish bake is a common Caribbean dish, and from Suriname we have the Moksi Alesi and typical Costa Rican is the Casado and Arroz con Leche”, she sums up.

Mark said, frowning as he tried to figure out if he was legally guilty of something or not. "Further complicating the legalities is the unique situation we find ourselves in concerning jurisdiction, specifically that the Island is technically a sovereignty in it's own right and doesn't fall under the laws of the United States or the local laws of Guadeloupe, which is technically part of France and is subject to EU law, despite us having requested the assistance of the local police or customs in the past." "This Island is it's own country?" Maddy asked. "Technically yes, although we enjoy a partnership of sorts with Guadeloupe, yet we retain our own rights as and when it suited Mister Moore t

I wish you could see it. Willemstad - where was that? It sounded familiar, but it took her a moment to remember the name of the island. Curaçao. One of the Caribbean islands under the Dutch flag. She'd read about it when she was researching honeymoon options. She'd been enchanted by a photograph of Willemstad's colorful waterfront buildings.

I smirked playfully to hide whatever ache I felt inside of me. We. Silang lahat. Of course, all of them. Who else would it be? "Start the story." I told him. "Jame Harrison and Jam Harrison who's the leaders in the country Jamaica. They're pirates and have a same place and status like me in Aruba." pag uumpisa niya. Aruba. Jungle told me that Aruba is where they live. Pinamumunuan ito ni Fauve. "Nakakalat lang sila sa Caribbean Sea, which is the way papunta sa Aruba. Usually before getting home, we'll experience fights with Jame's pirates along the way." ani niya.

A wishbone tie hung neatly at her throat. “Can I help you?” she asked. “I’m just looking,” I said. “Planning an escape from the winter?” I picked up a brochure at random. The Caribbean. White beaches, blue water, sunlight. “Yes,” I said. “Something like that.” Bobby passed the window. I lowered the brochure. “You can take it with you,” she added. “Maybe next year,” I replied, already moving towards the door. Back on the pavement, he was thirty yards ahead.

BALIA Senna had insisted on sponsoring my vacation to Trinidad and Tobago. It was a dual island in the Caribbean nation, bothering Venezuela. I had taken flights, stopping at different countries and touring most of the time we had there, and when we finally got to the island, we were welcomed warmly into a restaurant with Creole cuisines, tasty and flavourful. After having a fulfilling meal, I took a cab to my hotel and booked a room for a week before retiring to my bedroom.