Island Paradise #2 Novels & Stories

So, you see that’s why no one is allowed to remember me once they leave the island, the gods must protect their precious little treasure. Anyways, I can’t complain, I live on an island filled with the exotic beauty of mother nature, white sand, and turquois water beaches all around. Perfect weather, and the love and respect of all of those around. So, you must be wondering, why is she bitching and complaining? Well let me tell you today marks the day that my life becomes a SHIT show at least for the next 12 months… Just fucking great. CHAPTER 2 (Happy Birthday)

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "Victor, this island has given us a second chance, a chance to rewrite our story. I am thankful for your love, your unwavering support, and the courage we found within ourselves to take this leap of faith." We held each other in a tender embrace, the whispers of the ocean serving as our soundtrack. In that moment, we knew we had found our paradise, not just on the island but within each other. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, we vowed to cherish this newfound simplicity, this pure and unadulterated love, for the rest of our days.

not sure why she was apologising, when the man kept staring at her as if she was an unwanted human being. "I forgot to tell you some little details about our trip. Juan Perkins is a man who owns an island in Thailand, he finally decided to make a resort. So as you're my PA, you have to look presentable." He said, assessing her. Nevena was not sure if to comment or what. But, she let him continue. "And you'll need a change of clothes…not this" he said gesturing with his hand on her body. Nevena looked at him, not believing he was criticising her clothes.

🌳🌳_____ Du Paradis pour l'Enfer 🌳🌳________ ✍️✍️ Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume ✍️✍️ _______ Épisode 2️⃣ _________ Peace décrocha son téléphone et s'était son chérie Odilon Odilon : Allô Bae comment tu vas ? Peace : Euh..... Je vais bien et toi ? Odilon : Je vais bien également hein.... S'il te plait puis je connaitre ta position ? Peace : Euh'... Je suis au restaurant avec ma soeur jumelle Odilon : Ah bon tu es jumelle ? Je ne savais pas tu ne m'avais pas dit cela. Peace : Euh... Oui oui tu as raison. Mes excuses Odilon : Oh non ne t'inquiète pas. Je ne sais si tu es disponible. Je peux passer au restaurant te prendre pour qu'on aille faire un peu de shopping ?

Chris asks the blue parrot staring at her. "There" the blue parrot retorts pointing at a spot a little bit far away from them. "Are you sure that's the spot? Cause I see no sea anywhere around here. Isabella was buried years ago on a beach." "It is God Chris. Lilith out of anger that Isabella was taken away from her dried up the sea and scattered the beach making it be what you see now. She made it to be this deserted."

"The airport?" "If we don't get off this island, we'll never find peace." It's a short flight. We put our parachutes on in the airplane. Marinah isn't as apprehensive as she was with her first jump. I point down at our destination. "That's Jarnines del Rev Island. Maybe you should rename it." "You want me to rename an island?" "I think you should. We're taking this island as our own and whenever we need to get away, we're coming here."

I already consider this place a second home. To my surprise, Julian prepared a wonderful breakfast while the 65-foot yacht cruised along the coast with everything you could wish for — fruit, bread, juices, coffee, and ending the tour with a glass of wine in one of the cabins. Fortunately, the sound of the sea drowned out my moans enough for us to enjoy some sex on the high seas. After the tour, it was lunchtime, and Julian took us to Paradise Island. He chose a luxurious restaurant right on the beach. The refreshing breeze eased my tiredness a little, but as the afternoon progressed and Julian continued with all the appointments he made, my strength gradually decreased.

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

Her lips parted as she took it all in, her chest rising and falling a little faster as the reality of it settled over her, piece by piece, until she finally turned her head toward him, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Oh, Frankl…” she breathed, the words catching somewhere between disbelief and pure excitement as it swelled inside her. “This is… paradise.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing just beside her ear, his voice low and filled with quiet satisfaction. “Welcome to Little Palm Island Resort & Spa,” he murmured. “Our honeymoon starts right here.”

We have had sex a few times since yesterday, in the shower, on the bed, in the cottage, almost in every corner of the beach, and even in the safe box, but still, each time he entered me, I felt a shock deep inside me… it was still so new… so unique and so perfect. * Later, we hiked to a cliff and camped there. “Beautiful,” I commented as I stared around the island and the horizon. From this height, I could see the entire island, it was not that big, but it was aptly named ‘Paradise.” Full of nature and man-made structures, this island was a perfect example of how nature and science could come in sync. “Have you taken a dive from here?” I asked him as I looked down. “What?” he laughed in shoc