Long Island Novel Novels & Stories

“Best of luck for the interview, Lish. Bye.” After freshening up, Isabella decided to write a few lines of her novel before starting the day. She inhaled a deep breath and tried to focus on the screen in front of her. Her fingers remained idle on the keyboard. But she let her imagination run wild, conjuring up a sizzling, forbidden encounter between the characters in her story. The air grew thick with anticipation as she finally began to type.

“Love, are we going to that island? I continue to ask Isaac and this time he answered me detailed. “You see that? We will gonna stay on that island for two days. Are you excited? “Really? Wow, Love is this private or some residents are there? “This is private, I and William are the owner of this island. Only the caretaker is here. We used to hang out here when we want to get away from the busy city of New York. This place is our haven and you're the first woman I bring here”. Isaac explained to me softly. I listened to him intently and I couldn't believe how can they own an island. I still couldn't get used to how rich Isaac is, he is so humble that sometimes you will not believe how rich he

"Why's that?" "Well, I know his residences in New York, LA and Hawaii all have them. As does the villa in Italy, now that I think on it," The old man replied. "This island had extensive work done on it prior to the builders coming in, and that would fit with the installation of a safe area." "You think there is one?" Mark asked, his eyes widening. "Allow me to check out a few things, Mark," Mister Yousef said softly. "This is a discrete enquiry, I assume."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean" She looked up, a small smile on her lips. "It is all right. I understand what you meant. And this is certainly an interesting book. This woman finds herself stranded on an island after her ship breaks apart on the rocks. She swims to shore but is utterly alone until she spies a figure on a distant hill" "Aw You found out my secret." He recognized the book. It was called Lady Isabelle and the Lord of the Dark Isle. It was one of L. R. Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel.

I’ve been keeping track of them during the silences between gunfire that never arrives in the intervals between Isla’s breaths when I worry the next one might not come, in the moments it takes for the gold vein, beneath her skin to throb once and assure me that the city remains within her still keeping time alongside us. I’m standing atop the roof of La Isla Dorada at 03:47 a.m. the moment when Brooklyn feigns slumber yet merely narrows an eye to observe us suffer. The skyline displays a crown of lights this evening each building donning the city’s hues like a caution. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of asphalt sizzling pork from a kitchen three floors below and the subtle coppery-swe

I shot her a glare, knowing that woman could never take anything serious. The waitstaff interrupted the tense silence when they started to gather everyone's plates again. I took the chance to down my champagne, knowing I needed to take the edge off. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and it was just getting worse, no matter how much I tried to reassure myself. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat and smiled at me. "So Isabella, how have you been? How's New York?" I dabbed my napkin at the corner of my lips before answering, "I've been good and New York is a different change of pace from Italy, but I'd like to think I've been handling it well."

She smiled. But in her smile, I could see pain. I sighed, holding my coffee tight. Sometimes, I wish we could go back to the island. Me and Edrick, and make love till eternity. Sometimes, I wish we never left, and time froze just for the two of us. "The island?" I wanted the topic changed so badly. Thankfully, it worked. "Lila manages one of the Vales' private islands," Hannah explained, and Lila shot her a grin. "Yup. I am a full-time island girl!"

Hey guys thanks for giving my story a chance and i hope younenjoy reading it as mu ch asitjoyedriting it will be updated every Thursday and Friday's. Leonardo is a dark and steamy mafia romance that will contain mentions of guns, drug usage, adult language as well as sexual situations .if your under age please don't read this novel but for those that that do, do so at your own risk now unto the story. Isabella's Pov " You can't be serious, you brought me to a club," Isabella said as she looked up at the massive building in front of her. Her friend Emily rolled her eyes at Isabella, her long blond hair blowing in the wind.

I open the drawer one by one and ransacked everything, but to keep it safe- I also return it to its proper places. "I wonder where did Vicenzo hid his important documents" I whisper to myself. I roamed my eyes around and I decided to start checking those shelves again. It was full of books that I don't know. I am not fond of reading, I just read when I need to or when I wanted to sleep. I puffed out a breath and brush off those strands of my hair on my face. My gaze is wandering around those books until it stops on the book in the middle with the title 'Island In The Aegean Sea'.

Marie Elizabeth Owens climbed off the sailboat and stood on the shore of the island that was to be her new home, her fresh start. The Island was thick with vegetation and the sky was a crisp and deep blue that you see in the paintings in the art galleries she heard about in letters from her late husband’s sister. Sinking into the pale cool sand from her weight against the loose ground. Her movements directed her toward a small shack where a man stood. His grey eyes were bold and devilish. Something about then rang to her as untrustworthy.