Novel & Cerita Long Island Novel

I offered her the cup and watched her face as she tasted it and nodded approving of my concoction, she took another sip, and I took a seat facing her. "Do you know what's this island is called?" I ask her. "No idea, Hell on earth? The bunny island? Something like jail break?" she asks me with a raised brow. "No, it's called Dom and Little Island," I say and watch her face, watch her expression, trying to read them, but she's so used to hiding her emotions in court, it's a hard task to try and read her. "Why so?" she asks me calmly, has she ever heard of it before, is she familiar? I sure hoped she is, it'll make things a lot easier.

Mia straightened out her clothes before turning to Louisa. "You should be saying that to yourself, not to me." "What's that supposed to mean?" "We're in Nord City, not your tiny Yellow Island." Louisa rebuked, "How dare you belittle Yellow Island! By the way, your knowledge is just plain ridiculous." She added arrogantly, "Do you even know anything about that island? If you're clueless about the history, I recommend hitting the books before trying to chat with me again."

He made a beeline for Melanie, who was helping the staff position everyone properly, and stood right behind her like a bodyguard. Before he had a chance to speak, Isla came over and asked, “Ms. Jones, can I join the group photo?” “Of course, you can!” Melanie reached out and pulled Isla in. “You’re such a pretty lady, you’ll make our photo look great.” “Please don’t tease me. You’re the pretty one. I heard that Leo York fell in love with you at first sight, and pursued you all the way from Medonia to Harbor City. Before you came along, I’ve never heard of any woman capable of capturing his attention like that!” Isla said gleefully as she shared the gossip she heard.

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

Nelson De Vedra, known as a boatman on the island he called home for many years, lived a life of quiet purpose. His reputation was solid, but his past held secrets he preferred to keep buried. Dorothy "Dorry" Castillo, a young woman who once found herself on the island, sought refuge to heal her broken heart. The serene shores had become her sanctuary, far from the chaos of her past life. Two souls, marked by the stains of the past, are fated to cross paths once again; as their lives intertwine, will they find a way to erase the scars of yesterday, or will their reunion deepen the cracks that already exist?

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.

Then Lena came along. Lena was everything Isabella wasn't. She wasn't a shark; she was a writer who felt everything too deeply. She didn't look at my bank account; she looked at the shadows under my eyes. When she looked at me, she didn't see a "Wolfe" or a CEO—she saw a man who was lonely. And last night, at the beach house, I had let her in. I had broken the vow I made years ago. I had let myself be "a man in love" again.

The Maldives sun had long set behind them as they were going back to New york, but Isla could still feel its warmth to her soft skin. Even back in New York, she could still hear the hum of the waves, she could still feel the taste of sea salt on her lips when she thought of her moments with Lucian. The private jet touched down softly, the city’s sky was glowing like gold through the window. Lucian’s hand found Isla’s before she even reached for it.

There was no room for distraction. Just for thought. “You have been quiet,” Leonie said. “I think my head is just trying to understand that I really am here.” Leonie slowly nodded. Then she pointed forward. “We first arrive at several smaller islands. Some are barely inhabited. Some not. This performance alone fascinated Mara. Islands where there are probably no street lights at night. No advertising glowed. No emails arrived. Just nature. She suddenly wondered how people lived there. Whether they were happier. Or whether loneliness eventually found the same way to one.

Long Island, New York. Just a 30-minute drive from Manhattan, but the scenery is completely different. Eugene had gone on vacation to the beaches of Long Island with his family when he was young. The memory was still vivid. The beautiful beach and playing in the sand, ice cream, and the beautiful white beach house they had rented for a few days. But Long Island, which he was revisiting after a very long time, was completely different from his memories. Or to be more precise, not all parts of Long Island were the same.