Isle Of Dream Novels & Stories

Watching him walk away, Isabella pressed a hand to her stomach, the hollow ache of hunger gnawing at her. With a sigh, she headed toward the elevators. The rooftop of Dream Club was home to an open-air swimming pool. Isabella had expected the night air to be freezing, but the moment she pushed open the door, her vision was flooded with neon lights, laughter, and bodies. Handsome men and beautiful women crowded the poolside, their energy vibrant, intoxicating, and shamelessly wild.

"Let's begin a thorough search from that location. "I will find Lyse and bring her home even if it means I must sacrifice my meals and sleep!" … Kontina's coastal waters included tens of islands of all sizes. One was an island nicknamed "The Wizard of Oz", located farthest from the mainland. This island looked like a piece of deep emerald lying on the surface of a glittery, blue sea. It looked phantasmal, mysterious, and romantic at the same time. Jameson purchased this island anonymously last year. It was one of his personal assets, and he changed its name to "Rose Island".

The look in his eyes was hard to decipher, like he was someplace other than the ship we were on. After a long time, he finally answered in a low voice, “Lemenland…” I thought I had misheard him when he said that. When I confirmed that I hadn’t misheard it, I couldn’t help but shake. I had heard of this place before, but more specifically, this place was from my dream. It was the name of a group of islands found in legends. Nobody believed in its existence other than me. I had researched this, and I speculated that these islands were associated with ancient Greek civilizations. It was a historical site left by ancient Greek civilizations. As I had never been there, there was no way I could ha

The same hair and eyes except with redder lips. The only problem to Anatonia’s life was that nobody knew she existed except on this island. She was anxious to get free and travel the world and see other kingdoms. There was only one problem with that her parents didn’t want her to go out in risk of exposing their island paradise to other kingdoms; so all in all they forbade her from going anywhere outside of this island.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

It was like a typical Hawaii vacation, except, not in Hawaii but on some remote Island that Isla didn't know her family owned. Alexander's arm snaked around her waist and knuckles white as they walked into the crowd, making Isla look up at him. "What's wrong?" she asked when she saw the tight jaw and murderous expression on his face. "Those perverts won't stop staring, would it be so bad if I beat them up" Isla looked in the direction Alexander was glaring at to find a group of shirtless men shamelessly checking her out. "Ignore them Alex and no beating up anyone, we're here for a good time" Isla said wrapping both her arms around his torso and snuggling to his side, making his tense muscles

They enjoyed their food silently and Isabella wanted to enjoy the sea view sitting in the place she was sitting before, but Leo has some other plan. “We will reach the island in a few minutes.” He took her toward the deck and as he said an island was coming into their sight and the boat slowly stooped over the deck. They get off and there was a car waiting for them. “I own this island. We will stay here for a few days to enjoy our Honeymoon.” Leo informed. “What about…. I mean, I can call my mom, right?” Isabella didn’t want to go out of network when she has only left for New York.

It’s only polite, since we share a nervous system. I pause, letting the jeep’s vibration steady my thoughts. "You… have a name?" "Of course I do." Her tone drips with sass, the mental equivalent of an eye-roll. "I’ve been waiting for you to be ready to hear it. Isla. Try not to forget it. It means ‘island’—isolated, unshakeable, and surrounded by wild water." My lips twitch, though I keep my expression neutral. Zeke is talking beside me, his voice a steady, grounding anchor as he points out the car window as we roll deeper into the pack territory.

she gestured at the woman across the room with a smile, which was returned, and Ru tried not to scowl, “I realized where I needed to look, so I did the translations from the original symbols, to Gaelic, to English.” “So, what does oileán naofa translate to?” Cutter asked. A look at his face let Ru know he seemed to be questioning things almost as much as Rider, and she assumed that was because they were all naturally prone to avoiding wild goose chases. “Holy Island,” Lyric answered quickly, as if she was expecting the question. “A quick search led me to Lindisfarne.” “God bless you.” Rider never missed a beat, and it at least made Ru chuckle. “And what is this place?”