Harga Long Island Novels & Stories

“I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.” The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon. “I’ll have the same,” he replied. “What do you mean, out on the island?” Becca asked as the waitress walked away. “Long Island.” He shrugged. “You know, the Hamptons and the farthest point east in New York State? My pack is out on Montauk Point.” She pointed to herself. “Pineland Leap. Sentinels of the New Jersey Devil out in the Pine Barrens.”

Before Lalisa could finish speaking, Louis embraced her as if she were a handbag being carried away by him. On Lalisa's 24th birthday night, Louis gave her a grand gift—an upscale estate. Lalisa never imagined that she could move to such a luxurious place overnight. McKay handed her the real estate certificate, and she realized she had become the owner of the most extravagant villa in Asia—Diamond Harbor. At night, Diamond Harbor was lit with soft lights. Lalisa stood at the entrance, holding the real estate documents, and couldn't close her mouth when she saw the price per square meter was 780,000 dollars...

With one look, I knew what he wanted to wear. With one glance from me, he knew to tilt his head up for me to tie his tie, or raise his hand for me to fasten his cufflinks. Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, Long Island trees cast shifting shadows. Wind blew through the leaves, throwing pale green light onto the white marble floor. In the mirror, he wore a charcoal Brioni suit. I wore a peach silk slip dress. At that moment, peaceful and gentle, we really did look like newlyweds.

The Sterling Estate sat on a cliffside in Long Island like a crown made of stolen diamonds. It was a monument to old money and older sins, draped in thousands of white fairy lights that shimmered against the dark Atlantic. To the hundreds of guests arriving in Maybachs and Rolls-Royces, it was the social event of the decade. To me, it was a shark tank.

“Martha, your son-in-law is such a big talker. You’ve done a poor job in teaching him.” Martha gritted her teeth in anger as she mumbled, “I’ll take care of him when I get home.” Then, she turned around and said to Barb with a smiling face, “Madam Sears, if I want to buy a villa here, what’s the minimum price?” Barb looked at her newly manicured hands and said arrogantly, “Martha, stop daydreaming already. Although Longford Park is the property of my sister’s family, I can’t make the decision. Just look at this unit in front of you. It’s the most expensive and luxurious villa around here, and it costs 100 million! If including the furnishings inside, at least 200 million! Besides, even the c

They also had some wheat and corn crops planted there. "I like the area, it's perfect!" I told Magnus. Magnus smiled at the agent and asked about the price. "How much is it?" The agent smiled widely at him. "The cheapest of all, one million eight hundred eighty-eight thousand dollars with tax and transfer f*e." "Okay. Deal." Magnus shook her hand, as did I, and we closed the deal. Finally, we had found a new home—a permanent home for our new life that awaited us here in Hawaii.

“You should understand that LongIsland isn't just a stopover before entering other cities in this western part of the country.” Eva understood that. LongIsland is also known as a tourist destination with many unique and attractive attractions. This is what makes tourists always decide to stop by and enjoy the day here. Though it's not a fashion hub like other major cities, Eva was sure Max had his own reasons for placing the boutique here. Looking at the collection sold exclusively in LongIsland, the prices were slightly different. Max didn't compromise on quality, but for the outlet in LongIsland, the designs were much simpler, more understated, yet still captivating to the eye.

**** This was his third meeting since arriving at the office, and just like the others, the odds were in his favor "This site is the best place if you're thinking redevelopment, but if you're thinking of starting the whole thing from scratch, I'd advice you use the property you mentioned in Long island" The man he'd been going back and forth with, looked at the plans, nodding his head and looking at his secretary beside him "I don't want a redevelopment Mr Miller, I want to expand my business to more places, creating a strong and firm name outside Manhattan" "Well, then I guess the property in Long island is what we'll be using, since it already belongs to you, it won't be too much of a prob

Late that afternoon, the private limousine finally pulled onto the sweeping, secured gravel driveway of their secluded coastal property on the North Shore of Long Island. The sun was beginning its slow descent over the Atlantic horizon, painting the vast sky in brilliant streaks of deep violet, burnt orange, and soft magenta. The crisp, salty ocean breeze swept across the open, elevated limestone cliffs, rustling through the tall wild grass where the foundations of their future home were currently being mapped out by structural survey stakes.

"Okay, hit me. No matter how rich these people are, there’s no way everyone is ridiculously powerful." Gio raised a brow. "Did you forget what I just told you? That private museum? He owns it. And Hong Kong Island? To be exact—he owns half of it." Iris nearly choked on her own breath. "Wait—Mr. Duo?! You're talking about him?!" Her voice jumped an octave. She wasn’t exaggerating—on that island, the minimum price per square meter was over 100,000 dollars. Celebrities and billionaires would drop hundreds of millions just to afford a tiny 100 to 200-square-meter apartment. And that was already considered a luxury home!