Long Island Novel Novels & Stories

The mansion was silent except for the faint sound of the city humming outside. Isla stood near the window, arms crossed over her chest as she gazed at the endless Manhattan skyline. The night stretched before her like a vast, open road—a road she wished she could escape down, far from the chaos of Killian Blackwood. The tension between them had been unbearable since the gala. Every interaction was a battlefield. He had ignored her for days, but his presence still loomed, an ever-present storm ready to unleash its fury.

ISLA ~•~ We ended up on a tiny island that I didn’t even know the name of. Lorenzo rented out a villa that came with a private beach. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a vacation till we got there. We spent the first week soaking in the sun, swimming naked at night, and falling asleep on the terrace. We were having so much fun that I barely had time to even take pictures. I’d forgotten my phone even existed. Lorenzo looked happier than I’d ever seen him before. He seemed lighter, like he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore.