Island Paradise #2 Novels & Stories

His father stared at him blankly, trying to read what his son is thinking. 'Why is this young adult wants to go to a secluded island?' his father can't help but think about what's wrong with his son, acting weird lately. "Oh, c'mon Dad!" Bea stepped out of the boat and removed her hat. The fresh wind blows, caressing her bare face. Inhaling clean air with zero pollution. "Paradise!" This is what she's been longing for, a place to hide. A place that relaxes your soul. Bea's in euphoria whilst observing the place. It had white sand and the saltwater is clear as crystal. You could literally see what's underneath it. Plus the waves are calm.

Paradise— that was the best word to describe it. “You like it?” Deluca wanted to know. He was standing next to her, eyes fixed on her face, trying to decipher her facial expressions. “I need you to tell me the truth. Is it to your liking?” “You bought me a painting of an island,” Nora exhale a breath, still admiring the beauty of the painting. “I love it.” “What?” His brows furrowed with confusion. “I didn’t just buy you a painting. I bought you an island. This island.”

- showed him a little bit with my fingers - Enrick, it's true, he asked him suspiciously - not at all, he told him, adding a little more hilarity to the little traitor Opening the hologram, he projected my little gem, making the others silence one by one and widen their eyes, making him crumble. - You call that small!!!! Ricardo Mendez, director of the Marketing office, asked me. - we can say that I say, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly - only you would think of something like this and want to make it happen, the old man tells me, so let's listen to you, little one. Small ?! - Well I present to you "Paradise" a project for the redevelopment of an island.

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

But I also assumed Ryan and I would be friends for a long while after all this, and knew I'd pay him back once I found a job— at least partially and in increments. It wasn't a private boat, but it was spacious with cushioned seats all around and 2 seats in the middle. The boat was white, with bright red accents and the word "PARASAILING" printed on the side. On the boat was Ryan, Alec, and I, along with 2 male crew members—a driver and someone to help with parasailing—and 2 other girls who appeared to be around our age, if not slightly older. They were sitting at the bow of the boat, flirting with Alec while Ryan and I sat in the back near the motor.

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

Instead, he laughed again, a deep, easy sound that was completely at odds with the gravity of our conversation. "You won't know what hit you, woman," he teased. "These islands are green, breezy, and simply divine. The beaches are everywhere. You’ll have an entire house to yourself, complete with a wide, sun-drenched garden and the sea just steps away. The air is warm, the light golden. It’s not just beautiful, it’s indulgent. A place where time slows down and everything feels just out of reach from the rest of the world.” Something in his eyes changed when he added. “Simply paradise but not the kind you visit. The kind you stay for.”

his mother hissed "It's completely normal to feel dormant when seeing someone you haven't seen for two years. Don't capitalize on it! Give yourself some more time with her. You have known her better than those gold-diggers lurking on the streets of Willow-ridge. She will make a good wife!" "You said that two years ago, mother!" Ian raised his voice, annoyed "You said she is a good person. You said she is better than the other women in Willow-ridge! You said she is the only person who can ever really love me! But look at me! Look at me, mom I'm a mess!" "I'm a horrible mess! She changed me! She hurt me so deeply that I cannot trust anyone and anything anymore! She destroyed me and left me in

A ripple spread across the water. The air shimmered. And before our eyes... an island slowly appeared. Not rising from the sea. Simply becoming visible. White cliffs caught the sunlight. Green forests covered gentle hills. A waterfall poured into a crystal-blue lagoon. Flowers bloomed along the shoreline. It looked as though someone had painted paradise into existence. Hope whispered, "Has it been here the whole time?" Caelum studied the island carefully. "I believe so." "It simply chose not to be seen." The Wayfinder drifted closer.

Chapter Seventy-Eight — Island Inferno Jamie The private island off the coast of Palawan looked exactly like the photos—turquoise water so clear you could see fish darting over white sand, palm trees leaning lazily toward the sea, and a single modern villa perched on stilts above the shallows. They arrived just after sunset on the second day of their honeymoon, skin already sun-warmed from the boat ride, salt still clinging to their lashes. No staff. No schedule. Just the two of them, a stocked fridge, and ten days of nothing but each other.