Island Of Thieves Book Novels & Stories

He took a seat as George revved the engine up and then the long sleek boat pulled away from the pier, heading out to sea. "So what's going on then, George? What did you find?" "There's something going on here, Mark," The old man said as he turned the boat a couple of hundred metres out from the Island. "I've been through Benjamin's private banking and had my people pull out any one-off payments to construction companies between when the Island was bought and the main house was built, and they found one, an Indian company that specialises in home security." "So you think they were brought in to build a safehouse somewhere?" Mark guessed.

The first time he had ever touched someone not out of instruction or obligation—purely because his instincts refused to let that hand vanish from his reach. They stayed until the last embers of dusk. Feliks read aloud from the book he’d brought—pirates, a mysterious island absent from every map. Isabella listened with her back against the branch, watching the night sky through gaps in the leaves that felt deliberately placed for the two of them alone. “We’re going to be pirates too,” she declared. Final. “Pirates are criminals.” “The characters in adventure books are criminals too. But their adventures are extraordinary.” Feliks ran out of arguments. “All right.”

Then Thomas stopped reading. His eyes locked onto a sketch. A drawing. A rough drawing. Then he slowly showed everyone. The island looked strange. Very strange. Tall cliffs. Sharp rocks. Black beaches. And at the center— a massive stone tower. The kind of tower that shouldn't exist on a deserted island. Then Ava whispered: "What is that?" Nobody knew. Then Thomas continued reading. "The island appears when the sea rises." God. The sea rises. Fair. The storm. Reasonable honestly.

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

Its cover read, “Seafaring Journal: Voyages One to Four.” “This,” Ise said softly, “is the most valuable thing to our family. If I were to sell this notebook at the market, no one would offer a single Koblos for it. But this book contains all the information that the evil men want from me. “It is too risky for me to keep it, and taking it with me on the coming voyage is out of the question. Of course, no one would expect such confidential information to be in the hands of children, and that is why I am asking you, Ishida, to keep this book for me until I return.”

Liora and Mavric jumped into the emergency slide just as the main room erupted into a massive fireball. They slid down toward the island's shore, where a Vanguard submarine was waiting. Behind them, the volcano erupted artificially due to the blasts, burying all secrets, betrayals, and the figure of Arthur Thorne beneath the ocean. As they surfaced and watched the island sink, Liora clutched the data crystal tightly. She looked at Mavric sitting beside her injured, exhausted, but looking at her with unwavering love. "Is it all over?" Liora asked.

Evelyn's frantic escape from the island cage plunged her into a new theater of high-stakes survival: the open ocean. She was no longer facing a corporate rival; she was facing Julian Thorne, unhinged and deploying the full, terrifying might of his personal empire. The Extraction: A Dinghy and a Ghost

Kataleya and Solana were next to Igor. — I can feel her vibration from loge! — Kataleya said, stretching out her hands. Igor: — Can we get closer to the Island? Solana: — Yes! But don't expect something simple. After five hours they arrived at Kaquarunda Island, better known as Dream Island. The pirates jumped with joy and satisfaction at having arrived there. It was a very beautiful island, apparently perfect. It was very grassy and green, like flowers, birds and too many squirrels. The happy pirates quickly got off the boat and looked everywhere.