Greed Island Novels & Stories

The wedding gifts alone were three pages long, and I had never even heard of many of the items on the list. 'Mom, look. An emerald jewelry set! Antiques! And an entire building in that newly developed Eastside property.' The little one shouted excitedly in my head. 'I told you Dad's generous. He must be worried you'll be mistreated. Even if he can't be here, he wants to give you the respect you deserve!' "Isn't this a little too grand?" I hesitated as I asked Alfred. "Hugh is still recovering, after all. There's no need to make it something so grand, right?"

Alexis felt like she couldn't wait to punch Damien in the head if she had the chance. "This island used to be a stopover for ships that wanted to sail between continents. The city is very rich because it was the only trading place during the heyday of sea pirates in the 1600s. There is a building, more precisely the house of a noble who is still intact from that time until now. Although it might be full of vines, weeds, and also moss. However, the mansion has a very beautiful view, and the atmosphere will also be very cool considering the island has not been contaminated by the waste in a long time. Therefore, we have a week to defeat the Elder Lich, retrieve the ring, and clean up the old m

I know, I am antsy Justin and Maverick sat down in either arm chair “There are multiple rouge camps around this pack. Most fairly small, about a dozen or so. They are out scouting for a girl. They were told by someone that she is in the pack but since the last few people who got too close died, they are all staying away at a distance and using binoculars. Rumor was that there is a camp that is now the size of a small pack. This pack supposably is in Florida. Apparently, they use the shipping docks to transport cargo, aka women and children, to a deserted island. That island is where ‘The Savior’ is at. It is off U.S. soil so the laws do not apply to them. I have information that they have co

“So. . . Mike, I was just wondering. Did Grandma and Grandpa mentioned the name of that island?” “Mystique Island.” He clears his throat before he continued and spoke using a British accent, “A mysterious island discovered by Grandma Fuchsia after married to Grandpa Martes. They said the island was made by enchanted people called ‘engkanto’ whom Grandma Fuchsia are friends with. She said it’s a portal-island to the ocean enchanted world or ‘encantadia ng karagatan’. The island can only be seen during Ber Months until the end of the summer.” “Uhmm. . . . What’s wrong with your voice?”What’s wrong wrong with your voice?”

Jill reassured him. “So, what’s the catch?” Wren said. “There is no catch. I worked in the school library for a long time and people only ever used it for spreading rumours so I know what you love. This island is a dream come true for you, I promise. It’s just a slightly eccentric island with a few rules that are ruled over by a giant sentient jellyfish who lives in an underground shrine directly underneath the hospital.” Jill explained.

Caleb asked, gawking at the surroundings. “It’s a secluded, private island,” one of the goons replied. “Boss man owns the whole thing.” Then another one nudged him in the ribs. “Don’t tell them anything,” he hissed. “We can see that it’s an island,” Storm said dryly. “It’s not exactly a secret.” “Well, that’s all I’m gunna tell you.” I surveyed my surroundings and then mindlinked my grandfather.

L kept on telling me to forget about it and suggesting that we stay in Greenland and accept a new life there. That was normal, I did not expect perfection from anyone, and I expected that some would try to discourage me along the way but all that is normal. I got someone to get me the map of entire Greenland. If there was one thing I could say from the map is that the North is blessed with excess Islands. And yes, pirates like going after islands, trying to plunge them for their benefit, that is what I am going to do. I would stick to an island and wait for pirates to come and when they come, KaBOOM! I would overtake their vessel and get them to ride me to Iceland!

"If he dies, I will burn everything you have built. I will turn your tower to dust. I will hunt down every client you have ever saved and butcher them. I will kill your family, then after I'm done, I'll specifically burn you alive." He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "But if you save him...I will give you the world. Money. Power. An army. Whatever The Viper desires." I held his gaze. I wasn't afraid of his threats. I was empty inside. "I don't want the world, Mr. Rinaldi," I whispered. "I just want to be left alone." *** We landed on an island that didn't exist on any map. The Isola della Morte. It looked like a gothic nightmare rising from the Atlantic. Jagged black cliffs, stormy waves

She hadn't prepared herself for all the mess that came with it. The task she had taken on impulsively would soon bring her regret. … Sure enough, the next day, Mrs. Parker marched up to Carmen's door carrying spoiled groceries. "My vegetables and meat have all gone bad!" Mrs. Parker snapped, her voice laced with fury. "I ordered these early this morning to make lunch for my elderly parents, and now they're ruined! How could you just leave all that food sitting out in the sun?" Fresh grocery deliveries could only be left out for a short time. They would spoil quickly if left under the scorching sun or stacked on top of each other for too long.

​The private island of Ilha de Prata was a jagged tooth of white sand and volcanic rock rising out of the turquoise expanse of the Indian Ocean. It was a place that didn't exist on any commercial map, a sovereign sanctuary Sierra had purchased under a shell company when she first realized that the world would never stop hunting her children. Here, the air was free of the metallic hum of the Spire and the suffocating scent of the Northern Alliance. It smelled only of salt, sun-drenched hibiscus, and the deep, terrifyingly quiet pulse of the sea.