Dutton Island Novels & Stories

The people there are getting smaller indicating that we're getting farther. True to the old woman's words, it took us three hours till I could finally see the shore on the other side. There are busy people there, and I was mesmerized by the traditional houses made of light materials. Damon was right. This island was untouched. It looks peaceful and relaxing. “That's him!” Damon pointed at a certain man inside a house yard. He's using an ax to cut some wood. Sunkissed skin, mullet hair tied into a top knot. That's him!

I leaned back into his chest and lifted my head. It was exhilarating. “Pretty cool, right? Growing up, my father had a sailboat. We used to sail off the coast of Martha’s vineyard every summer. When I was young, I used to dream about just taking off and sailing around the world.’ “That sounds magical,” I sighed. “This is pretty cool, man,” Cameron said. “Like, next level cool.” “That’s the island we’re going to,” Dillon pointed. It was a small island, with a pristine white beach. “It’s uninhabited.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. I’ll have my people take care of everything. This tablet is yours—whenever you miss him, just turn it on and he’ll be right there.” Ida clutched the tablet tightly. “Thank you… thank you so much.” Caitlin hugged her, then left two of her men to handle the paperwork and arrange the transfer. There was nothing more she could do—Ida’s future would depend on her own courage and perseverance. With Ida’s wish fulfilled, Caitlin and her team set out for Ebonreach Isle. They had done their homework before coming to Country A. The island was known as a resort and retreat destination, praised for its beauty. Black Hawk had said her mother hadn’t been mistreated, but Caitl

“Oooh, how do you know? I heard it from Madam Bertha too.” “Come on, I'm smart, you know.” A few minutes later, they arrived at the end of the forest path, and their steps stopped simultaneously. Before them lay white sand and pebbles typical of beaches. The blue-green sea water sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. Dexter was transfixed by something in the distance. A small island across the way, less than a kilometer away, but far enough that it couldn't be crossed without a boat. He squinted, trying to focus. Then his lips moved slowly, almost as if he were mumbling.

The following days after the dinner, Soren was in the house more often than before. However, he still seemed to be working in the study or on phone calls most of the time. Meanwhile, I had been busy reading the books Lola dropped off. Or, in other words… I had been busy keeping myself busy. "The Isles of Denali consist of over a hundred small islands, many of which have their own unique culture…"

I said as I shook his hand. “Belle Island is a 224 acre island of what we call ‘Old Florida’. There are two mainland properties that’s included in the sale and everything on the island is included as well. The mainland properties can be used for almost anything but it’s also your access point to moor your boat, it’s the only way to access the island, unless you have a helicopter,” Justin said with a smile. “What about electricity and water?” I asked him. “There’s submarine cables that provide electricity, phone lines and internet,” Justin said.

But now it was all finally coming together, and Caitlin felt for certain that this was the final stop. After hours of flying, the landscape finally changed, as they flew along the edge of the Scottish coast. And as they rounded a bend, a castle came into view, one that Caitlin knew could only be Dunnottar. The site took Caitlin’s breath away. She had never seen anything like it: it was the most remote and picturesque castle she had ever seen. Built on the very edge of a cliff which dropped hundreds of feet straight down to the ocean, the castle sat proudly at the edge of a small, green island, soaring high up in the air, partially in the clouds, as if reaching for heaven itself. The small is

"But I’m here to talk about something much more important. The Honeymoon." My ears perked up. Lucian had mentioned taking me away, but with the chaos of the kidnapping attempt, details had been vague. "I know you can't go far, given the security situation," Damian continued, tapping the blueprints. "But I think I’ve found the perfect solution." He pointed to a set of coordinates on the map. It was an island in the Maldives, a jagged speck in the Indian Ocean. "It’s a private atoll," Damian explained. "Owned by a... friend of the family. I negotiated a lease. It’s completely off the grid. No paparazzi, no commercial flights. Just a seaplane landing and a villa."

"I'm Julian Orton. The lion is my pet, Edan. This is my family's private island. Isn't it beautiful?" Jade closed her eyes in frustration and interrupted Julian's incessant chatter. "I know your house is beautiful. But can you tell me where this place is and what your relationship is with Lloyd?" Julian looked surprised. "You don't know where this is? Then how did you get here?" Jade secretly assessed Julian, finding him physically fine but questioning his intelligence. "This is an island in Seylon that's not visible on maps. The entire beach is my family's property. Isn't it magnificent?"