Novel & Cerita Ibis Island

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.

"Bella, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you have time now? You know I've been wanting to go to Night Bar. Can you accompany me once, please?" Isabella got goosebumps all over her body. If Helen wasn't her bestie, Isabella would suspect that she had a split personality. The serious and aloof news anchor in front of others instantly became spoiled and clingy in front of her. Night Bar, located in the center of New York City, was a high-end bar whose customers were mainly spoiled brats and some businesspeople. Isabella, who had always been a well-behaved girl since childhood, naturally didn't like this kind of flashy place. However, she couldn't bear to make Helen upset and final

“Dominic and Austin must be arriving soon.” Isabella never went home for lunch as it was too much of a rush. Sometimes, she would have lunch at a five-star hotel they owned called Avalon Hotel. With a foodie like Isabella as the boss, Avalon Hotel had particularly strict standards when it came to the food, but even then, Isabella could not stomach it every day.

Mara blinked. After all the darkness it hurt. Then she stepped out. And stopped. There was no lonely coast before them. No remote beach. It's a small industrial port. Container. Cranes. An investor. Several vans. In the background a city. Grey sky. Kirchturm. Trams. Bremen Mara couldn't speak. She was already there. Not somewhere on the North Sea. Not far away. Bremen. All the time. The island was apparently only a few kilometers off the coast.

She was huddled up under a cozy duvet in the master bedroom on the yacht. “No, dear. We’re on a yacht,” Tony answered warmly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her. “Where are we going?” Kate asked him. “A place called Cidade-ilha,” Tony answered. “It means island city. It’s a small island belonging to my family.” “You guys own an island?” Kate asked in awe. “Two, actually,” said Tony. “The other one is for commercial use. It’s an exclusive beach resort for elite clients. Although we have other resorts across Brazil which are accessible to everyone.”

The resort was beautiful and very luxurious to say the least and neither one of them had realized that there were so many more people on the Island other than them who were staying at the resort. "Welcome Miss Gambino, what can I do for you? would you like to go to the massage rooms? or perhaps some relaxing acupuncture treatment or if you prefer, water Zumba?" Jax had appeared out of nowhere and was going on and on about the Island activities, not giving them a chance to talk at all. "Jax, Jax ! it's fine, don't worry about me I am just here to look around and have a good time. None of that acupuncture or Zumba stuff " Isla said cutting him off and thankfully, he got the hint.

Antonio helped Isabella in, then exchanged a few words with one of the bodyguards in Italian. He got in next. After the door was shut, he immediately pulled Isabella onto his lap and nuzzled her neck. "Where to, signòre?" The driver asked. He had a very thick Italian accent. He kept his face averted and waited for Antonio's instruction. "Atlantis." Antonio muttered. The driver pulled out of the airport and drove towards Antlantis, one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in Dubai. "Atlantis?" Isabella repeated. "You'll love it." He assured her. "Atlantis is one of the best places to be, and you, my love, you deserve the best of everything."

After the Christmas gala recording, Isabella booked a flight to Germany as she had an advertisement shoot scheduled there. However, she didn't expect Elysia to intercept her at the airport. Inside the VIP lounge, Elysia appeared before Isabella wearing a duckbill cap. The cap's long brim covered half her face, making it hard to read her expression. Her tone, however, was oddly sarcastic. "Isabella, let's talk." Isabella was engrossed in her phone. Upon hearing Elysia, she glanced up briefly and replied indifferently, "Sorry, I'm busy."

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, Chris is right, I do not have one hundred million dollars to end our deal and I knew what I was getting into when I signed the contract, my real enemies are still out there and I cannot let my emotions get the better of me. I cannot allow myself to get carried away by his affections towards me. It’s glaring that he only cares as long as I make his image look better and I’ve been doing a really good job forgetting it is a job. “Where are we going?” I ask him, looking in his direction “Ibiza” he answers with a glint in his eyes as he turns towards me. “Ibiza? Why Ibiza?” I ask him “My family owns one of the biggest luxury hotels there and it’s our annu

Isabella's point of view IT'S BEEN NO DOUBT a joyous day, one of the best I have had in a long time. I had breakfast with Gabe, Lance, Alexa, Dixie and Iris. I would have loved it if Dimitri was around. After breakfast, Gemini gave me and Iris a proper tour around the pack. She told me stories and showed me places in the pack and we went downhill. She showed me to a small area filled with numerous houses where the werewolves stay. It was behind a road that goes left, and I saw a clear veiw of a creek that has a bridge over it. There are so many houses, and some buildings look to be like dorms, all resident areas for werewolves. I don't even know how many acres of land this could be. Like 200