Long Island Novel Novels & Stories

But now, as she pushed open the door to her apartment, sleep-deprived and raw from another night of strategizing with Lily, she felt exposed in a way she never had before. The apartment was quiet, the familiar smell of rain and burnt coffee still hanging in the air. Isabella set her bag down on the floor, her fingers brushing along the familiar chaos: stacks of case notes, unopened novels, empty mugs, and the worn scarf Lily had left behind the autumn before. The comfort of solitude had always been her refuge, but today, even in this familiar space, an uneasy feeling crept beneath her skin.

Flashback Chalk-white rocks jutted out of glass-clear water, sharp as the teeth of some sleeping sea god. The little island was almost deserted, save for a few twisted pines and a lone wooden shack in the distance, probably owned by a retired fisherman who’d traded storms for seagulls. Isola del Gallo. A name that sounded like either the title of an Italian erotic novel or the setting of an upscale murder. In reality, it was prettier than both.

A/N: ISLA PARAISO is a secluded private island owned by Lucifer Faust—a syndicate leader who deals in drugs and human trafficking via air, land, and sea exports. It is a gathering place for criminals seeking rest and pleasure. “We’ve arrived at Isla Paraiso. You may remove your blindfolds now.” Manuela pulled her blindfold off the moment the handsome captain gave the signal. She turned to Uno, who was fixing his hair—and found herself transfixed by his sharp features and commanding presence, the kind that would turn any woman’s head.

Some other smaller structures are nestled against the mangroves as well. Officially, the name of the island is, 'The Island of Oedipus.' However, most that know of its existence call it 'Incest Island'. This is a story about how Linda and her son Bill found this island. CHAPTER ONE: IT SEEMED SO INNOCENT: Bill's family were wealthy. This was perhaps the most important detail about them. His mother, Linda, was shrewd and cunning in business. She made a lot of money and invested it wisely, following the example of her own parents.

Lily’s POV: Two weeks ago, I married The Lucas Hawke. Well, not exactly “married.” We didn’t have some grand wedding, no white-draped ballroom, no aisle to walk down. Instead, we legally joined. Just the two of us and the civil registry. But we did take pictures, in Rome.

Lisa sighed and uttered a short prayer for the soul of the old man. Lisa’s thoughts wandered to Toto’s notebook as she recalled the old man’s wrinkled hands grasping the object affectionately. The old man talked about his own experiences at the Devil’s Sea and said that he was going to write about Orsica. The island in the middle of the Devil’s Sea where Jon was at the moment.

Keys left with Tomás, who received them with the same vast Atlantic composure with which he received everything, and who stood on the dock as their boat left for the mainland and raised one hand — a single, complete gesture — and then turned back to his island. Elian watched the island recede. Dante watched Elian watching. "The novel is set here," Elian said. "Part of it." "I know," Dante said. "So it doesn't entirely leave," Elian said. "Nothing does," Dante said. "That's what persists." Elian turned from the receding island and looked at Dante and then at the water ahead of them — the mainland, the coast, the Alentejo somewhere south of where they were going, waiting.

For him, seeing Jane's various expressions is a pleasure in itself. "I'm not used to eating comfortably when everyone is crowded and approaching me." Fabian starts the car engine. Its rumble begins to be heard, ready to cut through the night. When he arrived in Long Island yesterday, Fabian didn't use his beloved red car. Somehow the car managed to get to Long Island. "I find tonight's dinner quite appetizing. At the very least, you should enjoy it, Fabian." Fabian chuckles. "That's what I want." The steering wheel under his control is smooth, responding to his wishes. Long Island at night is still lively, and there are many attractions along the food street. "Do you want to eat something, O

Celine laid three bikinis on a bed in a small hotel she booked online two weeks earlier. Which one should I pick? Red… black… or leopard? Anything is fine, actually. She felt confident in everything she wears anyway. Besides, being alone on this island that barely has any tourists shouldn’t cause much worry about appearance anyway. Since she left the boat and set foot on this island, the atmosphere here was quite calming, part of her was glad to escape the hectic life of the university, but part of her was concerned that the island was so quiet. Perhaps, I’m scared of my own thoughts.

ISLA'S POV Midnight hits the city like a physical weight. We’re moving again. Not to another hotel with room service and high-thread-count sheets. Not to the Hamptons estate with its glass walls and ocean views. We are going to a place Gabriel calls "the last resort." An industrial loft in Red Hook, Brooklyn.