Clearly It Is Ocean Book Novels & Stories

WELCOME TO GREEN ISLAND II Bianca's POV ❤️ We had finally arrived at the island, and the sight before me stole my breath all over again. The expanse of the crystal-clear ocean shimmered under the golden sun, its waves crashing gently against the shore in a soothing rhythm. The air carried a salty tang, mingled with the earthy scent of the surrounding forest, which seemed greener and more vibrant than I remembered. As Charles and I stepped off the jet, my arm wrapped snugly around his, I couldn’t help but drink it all in. Everything felt surreal, like stepping into a painting that was somehow more alive than reality. It was astounding.

Reflected off the frozen crystals, prisms scattered throughout the room. Ao Shun smirked. His eyes flashed silver, watching the birthmark react to his presence. As he ran his finger across it, it shimmers brighter. Jin An involuntarily moaned, reacting to his touch and their shared fate. Her eyes clenched shut, her hands closing around the material of her hanfu. Her breathing sped up. Her heart throbbed. Leaning close to her ear, his raspy voice teased the small hairs. "I found you. I am Ao Shun. Dragon God of the Ocean. And you are my bride... Jin An."

"You came back! Did you bring the silver castle story?" "I did," I laughed, lifting her up into my arms and burying my face in her soft hair. Toby ran over too, holding a new book tightly against his chest. "Look, Rosemary! I found a book about the ocean! Are the waves really as big as the trees?" "Even bigger, Toby," I smiled, sitting down on the large colorful rug and pulling both children close to my sides.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

I managed to plaster a huge smile on my face before my grip started to loosen. “I love you” I whispered into thin air as the cold water of the sea welcomed me with open arms. Is this how my life ends? My arms are sore, my legs are numb, and I’m slowly running out of breath. I tried opening my eyes to see the underwater for the first and last time when suddenly something caught my eye. My book! It was as if it swam its way towards me and the moment it touched my reaching hand, a bright light pulled me inside. Wait what?! What’s this? I can breathe!

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

Someone had written in the margins with faded ink, not Darius' handwriting this time. Elara should have taken it from him. Instead, she stayed where she was, watching as he angled the book so they could both see. The page held a rough sketch of a coastline. Cliffs. Water. Tiny markings indicating old roads. Below it, several paragraphs described a fishing village built between black rocks and wind-carved trees. Elara read the first line twice. Then again. The words blurred slightly, not because she couldn’t understand them, but because the mere existence of the page suddenly felt personal.

Thankfully, I had a book with me, so I pretended to read. Then it was her turn. I closed the book I was reading and leaned in closer. “The sun meeting the ocean halfway was a concept that Crow and I came up with,” she explained. She got that idea herself; I was just there helping her. "Ohhh," "Woww," "Sweet," “So beautiful,” “So nice,’ "Omg,"