Ibis Island Novels & Stories

Happy reading 💙 Isabella's POV I stretched a bit.Mr.Sun hit my face brightly. I saw everyone getting down from the jet. We are now in Aaron's private island! But I heard this place is allowed to public too. Especially couple who want to enjoy their vacation. It's his father's thought. I heard in plane about the story. He named this island as Ti amo (I love you) in Italian. As Linda is an Italian by birth. God..he is hopelessly romantic.

Flashback Chalk-white rocks jutted out of glass-clear water, sharp as the teeth of some sleeping sea god. The little island was almost deserted, save for a few twisted pines and a lone wooden shack in the distance, probably owned by a retired fisherman who’d traded storms for seagulls. Isola del Gallo. A name that sounded like either the title of an Italian erotic novel or the setting of an upscale murder. In reality, it was prettier than both.

The amusement park Calista was referring to was Disneyland Paris located in Marne la Valle, from the mansion it wasn't that far so they arrived there in just thirty minutes. Before getting out of the car, Isabelle was warned not to go anywhere alone. The other members would keep a close eye on her while Isaac would wait in the car until they were done. "Why don't you come with us? Let Isabelle have some fun with her papa too." Calista said. "Yes, papa should come, I want to have papa and mama with me." Exclaimed Isabelle who couldn't wait to get inside.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

The driver said. "Is this island still part of the city?" Leroy asked. "I think...yes... It's just an island after all." Hannah replied. We passed by a lot of resorts. Each and every one of them had unique names like Paradise Island, Pearl Farm, Bali-Bali, and some others I don’t know how to pronounce. It was fifteen minutes when we finally reached our own destination. "Cavanico." I read aloud the big sign of the board plastered at the entrance. I saw a few cars were angrily leaving. I furrowed. "Why are they leaving?"

“Caspian Leila” “Leila ...” Damien muttered, handing over the sketch to Steve. “Lets’ see if we can track the name on our database and see if it truly matches ***************** Every one of them is set for the trip to Singapore that evening, Isabella and the group would be taking three cars from the transport firm. Benny and Cynthia would be in one, Jake would be in another whilst Isabella would be in the last. Isabella got down from the car immediately she got to the gate of the house, she was about walking in when someone greeted her making her heart skip a little

she insisted, pointing to the bottom of the screen. The date was three days ago. The location: Davao City, Philippines. [NAME: UNKNOWN. STATUS: SECURED BY THE MOTHER.] "Isabella," Sabizina whispered. "She didn't die in the ocean. She went back for the others. She’s starting the next phase in the East." Suddenly, the low-output solar array groaned. The kerosene lamp flickered, and the cabin’s primitive alarm system—a series of tripwires connected to a bell—chimed once.

I watched the coastline scroll by, trying to feel something other than emptiness. This was paradise. This was what people worked their whole lives to achieve. So why did it feel like exile? --- The house was everything Isabella had promised. Sprawling and modern, all glass and white stone, perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. "Home," Isabella said softly as we pulled through the gates. Aria was already asleep again, exhausted by the day's adventures. I carried her out of the car, her head heavy on my shoulder. "She's had quite a day," Tony said with a smile. "First time in New York?"

As the plane touched down on the sun-drenched island, Fabio and Sophia looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Their honeymoon destination was a secluded paradise, an island resort that promised luxury, privacy, and romance. They had chosen it for its stunning beaches, crystal-clear waters, and intimate villas—perfect for a couple madly in love and ready to begin the next chapter of their lives. The resort staff greeted them warmly, offering chilled champagne and fresh flowers. They were escorted to their private villa, which was a vision of tropical elegance. The villa featured an infinity pool overlooking the ocean, a spacious terrace with plush loungers, and an open-ai

With no one left to inherit it, Hayes Group slid into decline and eventually collapsed. Later, word spread that a certain resort island had become incredibly popular. The place was covered in flowers—most of all lilies. Every year, when they bloomed, the island turned into a sea of white and green, drawing crowds of tourists who came just to take photos. The weather there stayed mild and pleasant all year round, so the island was always full of visitors. At the very center of the island stood a stone monument. Carved into it were a few simple lines. "This island was built according to Ms. Evelyn Wynn's final wish. It is named Evelyn Isle."