Fantasy Island Near Me Novels & Stories

As he said that, Yanciel also said, “However, if you were to ask me, I don’t know where Finley usually operates from... I’m just his subordinate and mainly responsible for picking up people from the west coast. I generally go north to Vancouver, Canada, then go south to San Francisco. I’ve also traveled from Los Angeles to Ensenada, Mexico, but I’m not involved in his other businesses.” Then, Yanciel thought of something and hastily added, “By the way, Mr. Wade, Finley just purchased an island on the Atlantic ocean last year and attracted many investments for it. He’s developing on a large scale, and I heard that he’s planning to build a safe ‘Playground’ away from the United States mainland

The man gave a slight nod and pretended not to see me. We were in an island resort just off the coast of Palawan. We were scheduled to finish the last stretch of filming for a movie coming out in a few months and we needed someplace with beaches and forests but close enough to Manila where we would be filming the last scene. That was harder to do than you might think, because not a lot of places can be considered Safe Zones. Once you get out of the City State Borders, there's always the risk of a Gate materializing and Anomalies appearing, especially at night. That's why this island was a really great find. It was close enough to Puerto Princessa that it was within its Borders despite being

By the time the frost came, no one would know that a wealthy American had bought a private island in the Gulf of Mexico. Standing on the helicopter landing pad, looking out across the endless blue water, Clara felt something she hadn't felt in months: hope. The island was her dream sanctuary—a place where she could build a new life far from the frozen wasteland the world would become. The bunkers in the mountains and the desert were for survival. The island was for living.

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

"These are some of the places my mother recommended, you have to choose one of them." Isabella's brow furrowed as she received the tablet and looked at some scenes on the screen. Her fingers swiped the screen carefully, and each time she swiped, Isabella was more and more amazed by the places Felix's mother had recommended. "Maldives? Hawaii? Japan? Italy?" Isabella looked up, looking at Felix with a look of confusion and amazement. "It's too far from New York. I need to find my sister, as you know." "So?"

“I don’t know.” He took his phone out and handed it to me. “You do know. Call them.” “But. . .where is the island?” “Off the coast of Port Alfred, South Africa.” My jaw dropped. “It’s a bit far. I know.” “Sure. South Africa. Just a few miles away.” I gripped his phone. “I don’t know.” “Your friends will protect you.” “But, Xavier, Are you. . .” “What?” “Are you sure?”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Only two executives are left until we reach the top of the food chain. I hear the sounds of machines as I look over at Kendall's side; sparks of blue light appear on or off as she works on another one of her crazy gadgets. I went through my head, figuring out the purpose of the island Eva purchased. She calls it Paradise Island, a small island off the coast of the Caribbean. Our air support captured the island unseen, and it only captured a small hut and no visual of Hugo or Eva. "What the hell is on that island?" I mumbled. I rub my head before my brain can be fried from all this thinking.

I told her while giving her a puppy eye. “Fine. Let’s go to Carnaza Island next weekend,” she said with a grin. “Carnaza Island? I never heard that.” “It’s an island north to Malapascua island. There’s a new resort there and the beach? It’s perfect! The white sand is awesome!” “Okay, then. Let’s go there. It’s a date then.” “Great!” I smirked inside because I successfully made her forget about Kristoff and me. But a part of me was also asking… What are we really?

Zara Howard Fiji was an absolute paradise, a destination that felt like it was straight out of a dream. As we landed, the sheer beauty of the island mesmerized me. Pristine white-sand beaches met turquoise waters that sparkled under the sunlight. The lush tropical vegetation that surrounded us emitted a sweet, fragrant scent, adding to the enchantment of Fiji. Here, time seemed to slow down, and all my worries faded away in this magical setting.