Delano Island Novels & Stories

After he ended his call, Daisie said, “Go work.” Nollace hugged her and kissed the corner of her eyes. “I’ll see you tonight.” Edison parked the car in Tenet’s garage and turned around when Nollace got in. “Sir, we’ve found Donald.” Nollace loosened his tie and squinted. “Where is he?” “East Islands.” Nollace was quiet for a long while. “He really knows where to hide.” Edison replied, “Definitely. The East Islands are one of the standalone islands in the eastern part of the continent of Orasia, and they belong to the underground gangs of Easteren Ora.”

Their home. Since they had arrived at the island that morning, he’d gone out of his way to make her comfortable here. Calleigh could hardly believe she was now the mistress of Illa de Tagomago, his lavish estate. The private Spanish island off the coast of Spain was accessible only by yacht, seaplane, or helicopter. The many servants who ran the enormous white villa had already disappeared after having respectfully greeted her as Gabriel De León’s new bride. Now, her husband came forward on the terrace, setting down the tray and kissing her softly on her cheeks.

After the gala, I slip through the estate’s west wing where Roman keeps his “trusted files.” Delano’s in them. Of course. Roman keeps tabs on everyone, but especially the ones who kiss his ring too hard. What I’m looking for isn’t paper. It’s patterns. Movements. Routines. I memorize three numbers: – The hour Delano calls his “offshore” line. – The time he always returns to the north bar. – The code he enters into his private safe. They’re all going to matter. Soon. The door behind me opens and clicks shut quietly.

he said, rubbing her stomach. “So tell me, what do you want me to get you?” Evander asked, trying to cheer Delaney up, and it worked perfectly. “Well, since you asked, I’ve been wanting to go to the Maldives for some fresh air, snap pics with those turtles in the blue sea. I also want a Dior bag, Chanel accessories, and, to crown it all, heels from Dolce & Gabbana,” Delaney listed confidently. “Is that all you want?” he asked.

"Nine hours time, that's half past eight tonight. Take-off will be around nine o'clock and the flight from San Antonio to Guadeloupe Island, the nearest airport to the Island, is around seven hours. From there you'll take a boat for an hour to the Island itself, so you should be there at around sunrise." "Overnight journey?" Mark asked, frowning. "It sounds exhausting." "Unfortunately we have to get all three of you to the Island as soon as possible, so it's unavoidable on this occasion. However." The old man paused. "At the airport will be a woman named Jasmine, an Executive Assistant to Mister Moore with many years experience. She'll be your liaison, your point of contact and your assistan

Dells Island formed a community of powerful clans, politicians, and even individuals. In addition to the allure of the island, it was famed for its peculiar amount of mansions built on the island which was a perfect number of seven. The inhabitants were unknown to the General public and social classes. In one of the mansions of the island was none other than Daniel Greenwood, the privacy of the island was one of the factors that compelled him to purchase a mansion on the island when a spot opened up. He was convinced to get one for the family he knew he would raise with 'her' when they reconnected. As mind-boggling as it may have seemed to onlookers, he was convicted of the house the moment

She was left wondering what she had done to ruffle Marcelo’s feathers. They had been getting along well. Then it hit her—she stood Marcelo up on their styling appointment from the day before. Unbelievably, it seemed he was holding a grudge about it! "Could you tell me where Marcelo is? I can wait if he's occupied," Renee pleaded. Nana’s situation was urgent. Luke hesitated, then after a brief pause, gave an address. "Dove Island." Dove Island, an artificial construct set amidst a lake in Critport, was known for its lavish expenses. It boasted facilities for horse racing, golf, spas, racing, discos, and more.

Did the author feel no need to explain? Quickly, I take another book from the shelf. It's small and thin and is claimed to be written by a Waindale native. A leather chair is set up with a lamp in this unloved corner, so I take up residence and start on page one. The chapter title reads, Waindale, Washington. Founded in 1913. The first residents were trappers and a family that owned a dairy herd. The family had issues with cows being slaughtered and eventually left town. Due to the wildlife problems, not many people found Waindale to be a homey place, a place to set up a farm or business. My fingers grip the pages harder—finally, what I've been looking for. Skipping further ahead, I perk up

The elderly man leading them stepped forward and said, “Yes, this is the token of the island leader. I am Milo Fort, the administrator of Lumia Isle. Greetings, sir.” Adrian nodded and said, “I am Mr. Donnelly. From today onward, I am the leader of this island. Tell me about the situation here.” Milo, a bit hesitant, replied, “Yes, sir. Lumia Isle is a small island, but it is twice as large as the usual small islands, covering an area of about 78 square kilometers. There are around ten thousand mortals living here.”

he instructed. As Visenya's eyelids flung open, she couldn't help but gasp, completely captivated by the breathtaking view that unfolded before her. "You brought me to an island?!" She exclaimed, her voice brimming with delight as she eagerly slid down from Lucian's wing. Lucian transformed back into his more attractive form, a charming smile adorning his face, reflecting his own satisfaction with her enthusiasm. "It's not just any island," he added, his voice filled with a touch of pride. "This island is known as the Abode of the Gods, and it happens to have the highest number of dolphin sightings in the world."