Ibis Island Novels & Stories

It was the same hotel as two years ago, and the scene of everything that had happened flashed through her mind. The Ibis hotel was one of the most famous hotels in the city, and only extremely wealthy people came here, not to mention the sad fact of two years ago. For her, this hotel was extremely intimate for her and Jackson. “Is everything all right?” Jayric noticed Victoria's rapid change of mood when they arrived at the hotel. “There's no need to worry, it's just dinner, I promise nothing will happen, you just have to listen and learn.” Jayric thought that Victoria was nervous because it was her first dinner with clients, but in fact her nervousness was due to another fact.

under my careful observation and defense. Isabella’s POV “How long do you anticipate the journey to take?As we walked through the pack’s garden, Iris questioned. There were innumerable brilliant plants and flowers in the breathtaking landscape, most of which had magical qualities like the healing gardenia flower. “Iris, I don’t know her. All Dimitri said was, “You better get ready because I’m going to Miami for business.” I mentioned that I wasn’t even permitted to bring anything. She laughed and said, “Well, it makes sense—he would need his secretary for his business.” I really put a lot of effort into this, therefore I was forced to go on this trip. Perhaps the vacation wouldn’t be too bad

l asked. Isabella quit the dive bar last week after landing a highly coveted job at the Valhalla Club, a members-only society for the world's wealthiest and most powerful. My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn't connected enough to slip through the back door.

‘What’s this iso del crane’ Aliyah asks sighing. ‘It means skull island, it’s a island only known to most mafia family…to show you are a strong leader you are to spend a month alone in the island without anything but a knife and spear, it’s deserted and it’s easy to find human skulls anywhere so it is given the name skull island’. ‘You mafias sure have weird traditions… knowing you’re alive he can’t go there’. ‘Exactly, so please I need your help…I rather die than behave nothing ever happened’ Monalisa says.

The young man said in disdain , he flung her black card into the muddy water , taking his bicycle he rode off splashing a huge deal of mud on Isabella and Mike . “ Such an idiot ! ” She curse underneath her breath “ I am sorry my lady . I'll go after him . ” Mike said to his boss . “ This is your fault Mr Man and mind you ,you are fired !” she yells attracting onlookers . “ please ma'am ” Mike pleads Isabella who ignored his pleas , she got into the car driving off splashing mud on him . She is a boss of her own , some people called her cocky and egoistic,she cares less . She owned one of the leading company which sold a hundred percent human hair which was in trend aside that she was also i

The waterfall ended in a huge lake, and on that lake, was a huge monument-like building. "June, we found it." Matthew gasped in awe as he stepped closer and closer to the building. "It's just as I pictured it. When I saw the shape of Atlantis all those months ago, we were actually sailing across Satilant Island! Just that this part of the Island was underwater, and the rest of the Island was just right next to us all along! It was only because of the storm that was making it hard to notice it. It all makes sense now." June stood there, smiling as Matthew spoke.

She wished Michael Parker were still alive to guide them. Suddenly... Sarah stepped forward. "I know where Isabella will go." Everyone turned toward her. "You do?" Sarah nodded. "Years ago..." "Samuel Moretti built a private island." Oliver's eyes widened. "I remember." "It was never listed on any map." Sarah continued. "The founders used it for secret meetings." Emma looked hopeful. "If Isabella doesn't trust Edward anymore..." "...that's the safest place she can think of." Agent Ross immediately unfolded a map of the coastline.

But I'm at a loss for words, so please dispatch your monitoring crew to the Blue Eyes continent to spy on them. It appears that the Bugatti 2 we've been discussing has arrived. Are you sure you don't have any close allies over there? Liticia asked. My Angel, yes. Aside from having a close worker who looks after my historic mansion on one of the islands near the Blue Eyes continent, I have a lot of investments on that continent. Aside from that, I have two islands where I have built large hotels that are doing well. Leticia My close ally is the leader of a group with a population of over a hundred thousand people, I recall.

Caitlin asked “I live on Isola di San Michele,” Polly said, “also known as Isle of the Dead. It’s one of the outer islands of Venice, in the lagoon. Not too far. No one bothers us there, and we don’t bother anyone. Plus, we have loads of livestock to feed on.” Isle of the Dead, Caitlin thought. It was interesting to see that Polly’s coven still lived on an island, even these hundreds of years back. She wondered if it was anything like Pollepel. If it was, she’d be thrilled to be there.

The private jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac of Isla de la Rosa, a secluded island paradise owned exclusively by the Blackwood Group. White sandy beaches stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters and lush greenery that seemed untouched by the rest of the world. Draven stood up, straightening his tailored shirt, and turned to offer his hand. His grey eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were soft, warm, and filled with adoration.