Novel & Cerita Covet Island Of Desire

I pointed at Emily, whose face already turned pale, my voice hoarse. "Cassie, are you blind? I bought this island for Emily to recover on! Yet you gave it to this pretty boy for his livestream?" Cassie glanced at Emily on the ground, disgust flickering in her eyes. "Arthur, can you stop being so selfish? Brandon's career is taking off right now, and he needs a venue for his debut stream. The island's just sitting empty anyway. What's wrong with lending it to him for a couple of days? Besides, a sickly girl can recover anywhere, can't she? Does she really need to hog such a great resource? She's being so dramatic!"

Let herself feel owned and obsessed over and completely, ridiculously cherished. “Tell me you love me,” he said after. “I love you,” she whispered. “And I’m still going to destroy you.” “Good,” he gasped. “Do it.” The island had no name because it didn’t need one. Vane had bought it before he’d even met her which was either the most romantic or most psychotic thing she’d ever heard, possibly both and it was basically a fever dream of white stone and infinity pools and windows that looked like the ocean was inside with them.

, she asked. "P-l-e-a-s-e C-co-colton, I really want you, I haven't ever admitted to wanting a man, but you... you always reject me,you always act like I repulse you, please stop acting strange, anything you could offer me, I swear I can take it, no matter how little you think it is, I would cherish it. All that I ask for is for you to make love to me, please", she begged. "Did you come here to seduce me?", he asked.

“I didn’t ask to.” “And yet you came.” Elira looked around. “Why now? Why me?” The Seabound woman reached out—and placed a palm against Elira’s chest. The mark beneath her skin flared. “You are the key to the Rift.” Elira frowned. “What Rift?” The woman stepped back, voice grave. “The place where the Moon drowned and never returned.” --- They led her to the center of the isle. There, hidden beneath coral-covered ruins, was a great mirror—circular, vast, filled not with reflection but motion. She looked into it and saw a city—burning beneath the ocean. Cracked towers. Fading lights. Wolves made of coral and shadow pacing through empty temples.

Exactly what I pay for. Isabella sits across from me, her fork moving slowly through the seafood. She isn't eating; she’s dissecting it. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," I say, my voice cutting through the sound of the waves. She looks up. "I like it." "You're eating it like it offended you." "I'm eating it like I'm thinking." "About what?" She sets her fork down and folds her hands in her lap, a gesture of controlled defiance. "Tomorrow. There's a market in Grand Baie. I want to go."

Kataleya and Solana were next to Igor. — I can feel her vibration from loge! — Kataleya said, stretching out her hands. Igor: — Can we get closer to the Island? Solana: — Yes! But don't expect something simple. After five hours they arrived at Kaquarunda Island, better known as Dream Island. The pirates jumped with joy and satisfaction at having arrived there. It was a very beautiful island, apparently perfect. It was very grassy and green, like flowers, birds and too many squirrels. The happy pirates quickly got off the boat and looked everywhere.

Shit, I could get used to this life. Inside the limousine, I’m greeted by a stunning bouquet of flowers. Red roses. I pick them up from the plush leather seat and smell them. Oh god, they smell divine and expensive. Who am I? What have I turned into? Even as my mind has little doubts, I can’t wish for anything less. I want more. I want it all. My mother often said, back when I still lived with her, that my quest for a better life would ruin me. I guess I’m drawing near ruin now. Because I won’t stop. I wasn’t born to live in slums. Grandeur suits me. Yes, my name is Desiree and I’m addicted to riches. Someone should get me rehabilitated. I notice a card attached to the flowers which says, “R

She replied and he nodded, they didn't say a word to each other till they got to the beach, Xalia noticed it was empty and she wondered why. “Why is the beach so empty?” She asked, looking around. “Oh, right. Draven secured this area under private property for your stay in Hawaii.” “For real? That will cost him a lot.” She said and he chuckled. “Have you met Draven? His money is his pride.” Henry replied. The wind blew and Xalia closed her eyes, she breathed out and enjoyed the feeling of the air against her skin. Henry smiled as he watched her. He still hadn't let go of her hand and he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was and how her skin glows.

Pearl, who was still babbling over the necklace, snatched the phone from her hands, the moment she saw what was on the screen, she let out a high-pitched scream. "Love Island?" Ivory blinked. "Huh?" "Do you not know what Love Island is?" Pearl shook her snapping her to reality. "It’s literally shaped like a heart and famous for its pearls! It’s one of the most expensive islands in the world!" Ivory’s soul already left her body. "Are you kidding me?" She whispered staring at the screen, her fingers trembling as she held the mobile, "No way, this can't be real, I must still be dreaming."

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”