Island Diaries: My Life With 10 Beauties นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hearing her familiar voice through the phone, I broke down in tears. My mother was terrified and promised to return as soon as possible. After hanging up, I remembered the island Xena had sold and turned to the officers with a serious expression. "I need to file another report. The girl I threatened, Xena, a scholarship student my family sponsors, secretly sold the island my mother gave me. It’s worth two billion dollars." Hearing this, my fiancé, Scott, immediately shouted, "Officer, we told you she’s delusional! Look at her! Does she seem like someone who owns an island?

Typical. “Morning, Elena,” Caroline chirped, though it sounded less like a greeting and more like an announcement of her presence. She was perched daintily at the table, her manicured nails tapping against her coffee mug as she launched into a detailed recap of their trip. “You must hear about Hawaii—it was absolutely divine. The beaches, the cocktails, the spa. Oh, you have no idea how healing volcanic mud can be. Really, you should try it sometime. Then again…” Her eyes flicked over me, narrowing in that condescending way. “…maybe it’s not exactly your style.”

There once was a princess that lived on a faraway island. And That island was full of lush green forests, but very little farm land and civilization. The princess's name was Anatonia. She was very beautiful with long wavy chestnut hair that went to her knees, sparkling emerald green eyes with full black lush eyelashes that tipped off her full syrupy brown lips, and a warm tanned skin. Her mother, Queen Amera had jade black hair that reached just about her shoulder blades, warm honey brown hazel eyes with dark full lashes, with pale white skin, and light pink lips. Her father, King Albus, looked much more like his daughter. The same hair and eyes except with redder lips.

She is still showering as I walk down to feed Lobo, I let him out to do his business and then I begin making breakfast. Soon enough I have porridge and a fruit salad prepared, I am in the process of placing it on the island when she joins me. She is wearing her signature baggy clothes that cover up every inch of her skin and I realise that this is purely to hide her scars. The skin on her face is once more hidden behind her well-crafted makeup. No one looking at her would be able to see the scars she hides; she truly has mastered how to apply it perfectly. I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed that she was hiding her scars, I see her as beautiful despite the markings on her skin.

Mariane, Feris, Duncan, Celine, and Conrad are waiting for me outside. “Hey, Belle!” Marian greets me, trying to sound chirpy while showing me her notebooks. “We brought you today’s homework and notes!” “Thank you.” I try to stay polite even though I no longer care about such trivial things. “Do you guys want to come in? That is, if you guys don’t mind the mess.” I wasn’t kidding about the mess. For six days that I have been confined, plus two days that I wasn’t here for my ‘recovery’ in the infirmary, I didn’t even clean up once. Despite the mess, I still made sure that my place would not stink. Goddess forbid how sensitive my nose is to letting anything rotten linger.

“Well, hurry back. They’re opening the ’95 port.” He disappeared back into the light and noise. Isabelle turned to Marcus, her lips swollen and dark from kissing, her eyes glazed with satisfaction and danger. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Same time next week? The Hamilton’s gala. Their garden is very… secluded.” Marcus just smirked, wiping a smudge of her lipstick from his mouth with his thumb. “I’ll text you.”

Carefully, she opened the diary again, her curiosity sharper now, more personal. “Okay, Isla,” she said under her breath. “I see why you stayed. Now, I can't wait to see whose experience is next.”

“Yes you can but after we eat the snacks they brought, are you two excited for the island?” “So excited,” Zack said, “I want to run on the beach and find shells.” Isaac kept caressing Isabel’s shoulder. “We are going to do all of that. Swimming, building sandcastles, eating whatever you want. No phones no drama just us.” The flight felt short because they talked and laughed the whole time. Isabel leaned her head on Isaac’s shoulder and watched the ocean get closer. “I feel so relaxed already,” she said. “The kids are smiling so big. This is what I needed.”

"Meaning I'm sure there was a way my father did it that ensured he didn't lose anything when making deals. The island is beautiful, Avalia is fertile. Besides the vineyards and the orchard, there's so much this island has to offer. But... it just means that I'll have to be selfish with the island. I'm not going to let him touch it. I've decided. My dad didn't give me half an island, and I'm not going to spend any part of it making deals. If I truly need him, I'll find another way," Isabella said, making my heart swell with pride. "Good," Paula said, and I couldn't agree more. I wanted to get up and gather Isabella and kiss her senseless. "I'm hungry," Isabella suddenly confessed, making me a

Unware about the curious glances that she received from the audience, Isabella was busy in her own thoughts. Her classmate, Beatrix made her sudden appearence in front of her. Swaying her red hairs dramatically, she mocked showing her big toothy smile, " Look at our sweetest, Isabella Adams. She used to say that she doesn't want to mingle herself with boyfriend. But now she got a super rich husband. Wait, super rich old husband." Isabella paused between her task. Pulling her eyes up, she saw Beatrix holding a notepad in her hand. Caroline and Mia shared different departments. So she was the only one left in here.