Island Visual Novels & Stories

I warned. He raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up again. You might start drooling on me." I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something that would probably end in me throwing him overboard, a flash of gold caught my attention. In the distance, just past the horizon, an island rose out of the sea, its mountains shimmering like they were dipped in gold. The air around it seemed to pulse, waves of energy rolling off it.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

He handed her a glass of chilled pomegranate juice, fortified with the nutrients Dr. Aris had prescribed. Rage hadn't slept. He sat across from her, a bank of four monitors built into the mahogany side-table of the jet. He was currently reviewing the biometric scans of every single staff member waiting for them on the island. "The island is off the grid, Sabi," Rage said, sensing her tension without looking up. "It’s a natural volcanic outcrop in the South Pacific. I bought it through a shell company seven years ago. Even the GPS coordinates are encrypted with a rolling cipher. Not even your father’s best algorithms can find us here."

Isla believes that this technique can help her friend find some peace and strength during this difficult time. As Isla's friend continues to do visualization exercises, she starts to feel a little bit better. She's able to focus on her son's health and recovery, and she feels more optimistic about the future. Isla also suggests that her friend try to find small moments of joy and gratitude in her day, like enjoying a cup of tea or spending time in nature.

I licked my bottom lip, wetting it and I accidentally saw Damien watching me intently. I choke and what happened between us in the powder room and emergency stairs started haunting my memories again. "Lucky, we'll go with Mr. Green." I don't have a choice but to ride the same helicopter with Damien and Mr. Keller. I was silent the whole ride while they're talking about the redevelopment of the island. I was looking at the view and starting to enjoy it. A smile crept on my lips after we landed in the Isla Riva. The island is like a paradise. It's so beautiful. The water is beautifully clear and blue. The rock formations are incredible. All in all, the island is magically fascinating.

The water is so blue it looks like a glitch in the rendering software. But it’s real. The sand between my toes is real. The humidity that makes my hair frizz and my skin sheen with sweat is real. We are on an island that doesn't appear on most maps. A private speck of paradise in the South Pacific, bought and paid for by the ghost of Evelyn Voss. Our bungalow sits on stilts over the lagoon. It has no walls, just smart-glass panels that slide open to the breeze.

When she approached, she saw that it wasn't a light. It was an eye. Huge. Open. Underwater. It looked at her. And a voice said. Not in words. With knowledge. You've never been the first. You were the last one to come back. Images crashed on them. Not from her life. Before. Before birth. Named. People. An island in a storm. Not hers. Uralt. Not touched. People in strange clothes are on the shore. Not modern. Not scientists. They sing. The sea opens.

I said as I shook his hand. “Belle Island is a 224 acre island of what we call ‘Old Florida’. There are two mainland properties that’s included in the sale and everything on the island is included as well. The mainland properties can be used for almost anything but it’s also your access point to moor your boat, it’s the only way to access the island, unless you have a helicopter,” Justin said with a smile. “What about electricity and water?” I asked him. “There’s submarine cables that provide electricity, phone lines and internet,” Justin said.

“It’s okay…nothing will happened to you ladies here…this island is entirely owned by Virtue Financial…without my permissions…even the army can’t get in here…so these few days…until I sorted out everything…just enjoyed your stays and recovered…don’t worry about anything, while you were here…okay?..” By saying that I have accomplished another dream dialogue that many wanted to say. Bragging about owning the island and telling others that they should not worry about money and it was all on me. Still with that their nerves were slowly getting better, and after 30 Minutes of flight, finally Virtue Island comes into a view. And despite it’s medium sized, the city there is quite a scene.