Novel & Cerita Island Haze

"So tell me about the Island then. What's it like?" "It's basically paradise. It's hot, there's a gorgeous cool breeze in the evenings and the air always smells really clean. It's got white sandy beaches, clear blue water, palm trees. The accommodation is... luxury, to say the least. It's very chilled, open and bright. The main house is a mixture of ancient Japanese architecture with a beach hut twist." Mark laughed. "That sounds like a sales pitch."

“I call you Haze not because it’s short for Hazel but because you are my haze.” “What am I?” Gia was confused. “You’re the haze. Haze comes suddenly, mysterious, disruptive, and obscuring.” Gia was about to retort sharply, but Raven took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. “But haze completes the scenery,” Raven said, gesturing to the majestic hills still shrouded in thick mist. “And haze makes the world more beautiful. At least, it makes my world more beautiful. I prefer misty mornings over sunny ones. That’s why only I am allowed to call you Haze.”

We play music and party until we see the island in the distance. "Is it storming there?" asked Shellie. Dottie stops the music and her eyes are fixed on the darkened island. She mumbles, "Something's not right." The closer we got, the island felt eerie. It's not raining, but dense fog is across the beachfront. Dottie whispers, "Let's turn around."

“Dammit.” Glaring hopelessly, I imagine the wine-colored hair that every fire god has, but theirs were frizzy. I imagine they have brown beady eyes like swirling vortexes of shit. Likely squinting with all that judgment they had for me before even hearing my explanation. The sky over the Forbidden Island wasn’t just blue. It was gold-streaked, with clouds like molten silk floating across it, so painfully perfect it made my teeth hurt. The waves roared against jagged black cliffs like drums of fate. Salt spray hit my face, mixing with the scent of hibiscus and something older—something magical and angry, like the whole island held its breath waiting for me to snap.

I haven’t read a single word. I can’t separate what happened. Was the haze from something slipped into my drink earlier in the day ... at the office, at a meeting, or somewhere I let my guard down? Or had two years of pretending Isabella meant nothing finally snapped the moment her scent hit me? The way I devoured her on the island, carried her through every room, couldn’t stop even after she collapsed… how much of that raw, possessive hunger was external, and how much was simply me finally unleashing what I’d locked away?

Watching the island. To Be Continued...

They hurdle close together, staring at a tablet screen. The island—Willow—it’s just like every other exotic island you’d seen in movies or in magazines. The ocean is clear, shimmering like azure crystals. As for the house situated in the middle of the island, it’s white. Built like a holiday house—the sort you’d find in the Hamptons.

"No one would recognize me here, you know!. The wig, the wide sunglasses, the face mask, even the fake mole on my face. Is all this really necessary?" Jonah stroked the top of Hazel's head, ignoring her protests. "The mask is to protect your breathing from the dust and pollution. These glasses are to protect your eyes from the harsh sunlight. As for this wig and hat... just think of it as fashion. Don't you like it?" "I like it." Hazel laughed, her voice muffled by the mask. Jonah stared at the head-sized cotton candy in Hazel's hand. "So why did you insist on bringing cotton candy onto the cruise ship?"

“Are you ok?” “The dark stench of death… the dense red mist of blood…” he said, still hugging me. I could feel his hands tremble on my back. “Those islands are cursed… an ancient curse… it has the odour of doom…” I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine, hearing his words. “What?” I parted from him. Hikari’s face was pale and his eyes lifeless. “What’s wrong with you, Hikari?” I held his shoulders. “Did you go to the islands of ultimas?”