Conomi Island Novels & Stories

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

he gently commanded and looked at her. She managed to fix her seat and started opening the iPad she had brought. So, she could start showing him the presentation she would present. "Okay, let's start. I organized our island hopping into four different itineraries, which I named Island A, B, C, and D. Island A is known for lagoons and beaches, while B is known for caves and islands, C for great snorkeling and a shrine, and D is somewhere in between, featuring island beaches. All islands have a compulsory f*e of two hundred pesos as an environmental f*e, which is good for ten days. We must pay fifty pesos for a mask and snorkel rental if we ever want to go diving. If you want, we can contact o

Today, just like any other day, she loved to feed the fish and one of the maids helped her, while she heard to her explanation what the best to do in this perfect season in this beautiful island. “Miss and Young Master can go to a beautiful temple in the edge of cliff. It’s two hours from here, but the trip, I can guarantee, would never bore you.” She smiled. Her name is Komang. She is a forty years old maid that have been working in this villa for years. Since the day Zachary owned it. Elena smiled and nodded, thanking her for the recommendation while her eyes took a quick glance behind her, to Zachary, that was busy with his papers and reports, with Thomas help explaining something next to

*SIENNA* "Really? Where did he go on a business trip?" I reached out and put a mouthful of food in the bowl. "It's... some island?" rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of it. "Puji Island, right?" A business trip? He was just lying to a child. I blamed him in my heart. "That's right. It's the Puji Island!" Elvis nodded with all his might.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

"Let's begin a thorough search from that location. "I will find Lyse and bring her home even if it means I must sacrifice my meals and sleep!" … Kontina's coastal waters included tens of islands of all sizes. One was an island nicknamed "The Wizard of Oz", located farthest from the mainland. This island looked like a piece of deep emerald lying on the surface of a glittery, blue sea. It looked phantasmal, mysterious, and romantic at the same time. Jameson purchased this island anonymously last year. It was one of his personal assets, and he changed its name to "Rose Island".

There was just a reinforced concrete pad built into a cliffside on a speck of rock called Agios Nikolas. Dominic had bought this island years ago through a Panamanian shell company when he was still the "Ice King," back when he thought he needed a place to disappear if a merger went south or a government collapsed. It wasn't a villa. It was a brutalist masterpiece of glass, steel, and local stone, half-buried in the cliff to be invisible from the sea. As the helicopter rotors slowed to a rhythmic slap and the side door opened, the smell of wild thyme and sea salt hit me like a physical blow. It was beautiful, but it was a lonely kind of beautiful. "We’re here," Dominic said, his voice barely

“If you like, we can fly back and tour the ruins when you have recovered from your journey.” “I would like that.” She turned her attention to the brilliant blue expanse of sparkling water, but already in the distance she could make out a small dot of land. “Is that it?” she asked, pointing. He nodded. “Does it have a name?” “smith's ,” he responded. She laughed. “I should have known.” She shook her head. It seemed unreal that he would own an entire island. But his naming the island smith's didn’t surprise her in the least. He wore arrogance like most people wore clothing.

Dante wondered. "No, nothing of such." Leo replied and continued from where Fred stopped. "Being a billionaire, Santo developed the island in five years. He built houses, roads, commercial buildings and so on." "Is the island that big?" Dante asked. "It's bigger than we think. So about ten years later, the island was fully developed. He named the island Coral Island. This place brought so much money to Santo's pocket every year but he donates most of them. Santo was so generous during his time. Everyone loved him. Unfortunately, he died and his properties were willed to his eldest daughter. Guess who that elder daughter is to boss."

Aria smiled softly, knowing she was with the man she had come to love more deeply than she could have ever imagined. The sound of waves crashing on the shore broke her thoughts as they finally arrived at their honeymoon destination—an idyllic island in Palawan. Aria’s eyes widened in amazement as she took in the breathtaking beauty of the place. The crystal-clear waters stretched out before her, blending into the endless horizon, and the lush greenery of the island created a perfect, serene backdrop.