Dutton Island Novels & Stories

Cheryl was sure, if warned, Aldo would become even more resentful! "Uh, Romeo ... my house turned left, why go straight?" Shouted Cheryl. She looked around. This guy is—ugh... "I want to be dumped where Romeo?" Cheryl shouted again. "To Cement Island," Aldo replied. Semen Island is an island in the middle of the sea. The island will be visible at low tide, and the island will sink at high tide. Who wants to live on an island like that? This isn't Bikini Bottom. "Wicked Romeo!" Cheryl tugged at Aldo's jacket.

"And amazing." "It is amazing. It's not huge though. As Islands go it's pretty small. It's built around two peaks with the main house on the western side and the guest accommodation on the eastern side. The southern side is a wide bay and the northern side is mostly cliffs, but it's gorgeous, and the view of the sunsets from the main house are incredible." "How many people are on it?" "Between serving staff, kitchen staff, maintenance and cleaners, as well as the Doc, the Dentist, trainers, security...."

There's a smirk on his face as he glance at the Governess. ‘Want to get me so easily? Dream on! If I don't take advantage of this, then no one will!’ Will they do it? Will be they willing to sacrifice? The government has gotten back a lot of land during these past few years, and one of those are in the north, which is one of the most scarce zombie populated areas. It was being prepared to become another base, larger than any other bases that exists right now. The weather there is nice, the resources are abundant, and naturally chosen to be the high-ranking official's new land.

"One of the three board members — Hartley — has a stepson who registered a property trust in 2021. A residence on Garnet Island, twelve miles off the Connecticut coast. Private ferry access only. No public listing." "That's it," Damian said immediately. He was looking at the screen. "Hartley's stepson — I know the property. James brought Hartley there for a board retreat three years ago. I was invited and didn't go." His jaw tightened. "I should have gone. I would have known it." "You know it now," Lila said. "How do we get there?" "My boat is at the Hamptons marina," Kane said. "Forty-five minutes to the island. I need a pilot for the helicopter if we want twenty minutes."

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

The destination, once they’d finally boarded Damon’s private plane and settled in for the flight, turned out to be a small, secluded island off the coast, accessible only by boat from the nearest harbor town, entirely removed from the city’s constant scrutiny and the endless demands of both their family businesses. “I bought this place two years ago,” Damon explained, as their boat approached the island’s small dock, a modest but beautifully situated house visible among the trees beyond. “Before any of this, before Julian, before you. I needed somewhere completely removed from everything, occasionally, and I’ve barely used it since.” “It’s beautiful,” Seraphina said, genuinely awed by the qu

She nodded and I could feel her smile even though I couldn't see her face which brought a smile in me too. The second item that was Auction was a private Island not far from Jefferson’s City port. The emcee showed a slide of the island. It was about 5 acres of land surrounded by white sand and a House constructed inside the mountain rock. Mr. David Huber bought it before for 1 million dollars and completely reconstructed the place. Now it has a helipad, for easy transport. The island has many fruit trees that were imported from all over the world. has its own water supply system and power generators that can support the whole island. The bidding starts at 5 Million dollars. If i was not mist

"Ah! I see you've read about our private waterfall." "Yes." Not wanting to delve into the specifics, Journee had lived on the island for four years during her childhood, so she knew it the island like the back of her hand. Back then, Dorthy's parents were engineers stationed in Langkawi to improve the island's transportation for tourism. Ah... those were the times. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twenty-eight minutes later, Journee arrived at the renowned waterfall. It was peaceful and serene. Since it was the off-peak season, there wasn't a soul in sight.

They were so hard to make, and she felt just like a kid in the candy shop. Tara grinned and lay back, feeling the warm sun on her skin. She had this spring to work on it. Sooner or later Sebastian—or Darcy, for that matter—would be hers. “I can see South Hampton from here,” Darcy said from the high-diving platform, drawing everyone’s attention to the one and only town on St. Joseph Island that appeared in the distance. It was a picturesque island with Mount St. Joseph standing grandly in the middle, the lush, green woods surrounding it and the historic, Victorian town securely nestled against its bosom to the west side.

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.