Esme Island Novels & Stories

Andrew let out a sigh as he realized that Esme had a narrow escape from being abducted and that it was all his fault. "I don't think any of them is responsible for this." Izayah interrupted his self beating. "Is Esme familiar with the area where they were waiting for her, and does she normally pass through that area when she wants to go back home without a car?." "No. Only when she needs some time to herself to get her thoughts in order and clear her head, she once mentioned that her secret spot where she and Jeremy used to meet was located in that place. In addition to that, it offers a quicker route to the house. Are you saying that...."

She said raising her head to smile at me like Isla does sometimes. “You are welcome to my humble abode, Esme. Tell me, why do you think you are here and why do you think that you are qualified to be chosen as the luna of this great pack?” I asked as she sat down before me while I tried to push the thoughts of Isla at the back of my mind and focus on her but it was just a waste of time cause the more I tried to not think about her, the more I think about her.

He stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut, Milana’s flinching figure barely registering. In the study he paced up and down, his irritation just elevating with every passing second. Scelto Island was a fortress and it was one of their first investments after they’d registered Nascosto Scelto. The island was located ten miles from mainland Ridge Valley City, close enough if they needed to head to the mainland for an emergency but also far enough to see a speedboat coming.

she says, caressing my cheek as she dives back under the surface, her fin flipping in the air as she takes off like a torpedo. “Eisa, I want you to swim around the island and try to see if you can detect another tsunami before it approaches. I would but I can’t venture too far from Lemuel,” I explain. She nods, “Why did I have to be hungover for this shit?” she says as she dives back under the water.

The Isle of Obsidian As the Aura began its descent, the rugged silhouette of Isola d’Ossidiana rose from the turquoise waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was a private rock, owned by a shell company that traced back to a silent partner in the original 1985 agreement. On the highest peak sat a villa of white marble and glass—a minimalist fortress that looked like a shard of ice dropped into the Mediterranean.

"Her phone has been unreachable. She totally disappeared that night. And the fact that she hasn't tried to reach out to any of us is kinda suspicious." "Very suspicious." Esmee agreed. "You should stay away from her." "Mhm, I guess I should." "Don't think too much of it, okay?" Annika added. "You have us. What else could you possibly want?" Isabella laughed at that. "You're right. I shouldn't think of it." Their orders arrived and they went quiet for a moment to eat. Then Annika said something totally random. "Did you know Esmee's full name is Esmeralda?"

The Island came into view and Mark stood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it. "It's better than I imagined," Mark admitted. "I know," Jasmine said, standing beside him. "I love it here." Mark could feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep b

Eliza almost spat out the juice in her mouth. She lowered her voice. "Is she Demarion's online friend?" Eliza was already shocked enough to know that Demarion was making friends on the internet. Now, she was dumbfounded to see that the so-called friend was Esme. "Don't make a sound. Let's just watch." Braint lowered his head and sent a message on his phone. Over there, Esme sat down at the reserved table and took out a small mirror. While she was fixing her makeup, she also made phone calls to show off to her best friend.

It had been almost two weeks since I arrived at this castle, and the fact that I was on an isolated island—an independent nation run by a monarchy—still felt surreal. “Excuse me,” I said, catching the attention of the secretary as we walked down the corridor. “Where exactly are we located?” “We’re in Jadeisles; an island situated northwest of continental Europe and west of Great Britain. We know our kingdom for its stunning landscapes and rich history, which makes it a popular tourist destination.”