Ember Island Players Novels & Stories

The ship was moving again. Raya played her role as the helmsman perfectly. Behind her, sitting in the lobby were Kohl and Lucien who were discussing about their next island. They planned to visit a place called Jimson island. Somewhere in the middle of an ocean. "Do you think it even exists?" Lucien asked Kohl.

Two days has gone by, and there was still no sign of Isabel anywhere. Dylan, too frustrated to continue his search had asked Fernando if he had clues as to where Isabel might be, but the teenager was of no help, so he gave up trying, to avoid whispers in the pack. Not comfortable with staying in the house without his mate, Dylan decided to distract himself by assisting Xavi in training the pack warriors, and so far, that has been helpful. Isabel stared at her fingers like they were the most interesting thing. She is currently in her dad’s study with her parents.

Isabella said, crying. “Yes, the best thing is there is only a small lagoon between the islands, so we are building a connecting bridge between the two islands when we start construction on the facilities and bungalows on your island,” Amelie announced. “Wait, what if we lost the Newlywed Game?” I smirked, raising my eyebrows. “The winning team would have gotten only the trophy,” Nathan laughed. I looked at Isabella, and she was bawling her eyes out. “Isabella, are you ok?” I asked, hugging her.

Most people had a few glasses of wine with the exception of Mark who was in training and Jasmine who everyone agreed should steer clear of alcohol for at least forty eight hours. Peter brought up his challenge to a game of Call of Duty, and then everyone got involved, dispersing quickly to their various suites and rooms to get on the Islands network. Mark picked up the X-box controller, finding it strange in his hands as he was used to a PS3 at home, but he could see the benefits on their choice of console on the Island. Peter had told him how they recorded the matches on a server, playing back particularly awesome kills or streaks in the bar afterwards, and Mark was hoping to have some of h

She's acting weird lately. "Quinn?" I whispered, kissing her forehead, "Don't do anything stupid, Quinn. I know you." She never answered back. "Come back to me alive, okay?" As her eyes began to fill with tears, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. "I will, Quinn. I promise." The Island will be shut down in a few hours. Two super jet small ferries pick up all the employees at once. Everything is on high alert. Norman and the other boys are making their moves, roving around the Island.