Long Island Novel Novels & Stories

The screen was a blank, white slate. ​We stepped out into the rain. There was no car waiting for us. No driver. No security detail. We were two people standing on a sidewalk in Manhattan, soaked to the bone and completely, utterly alone. ​"What now?" I asked, looking at the street. ​Isabella looked at me. She reached out, her hand sliding into mine. Her skin was cool. Her touch was human. No sparks. No data. Just her. ​"Now," she said, looking back at the courthouse where her mother was currently counting her new billions. "We go to the one place she can't buy."

"Where is that woman? Bring her back to me!" I was shivering in the room, and the door that had been locked from the inside was being kicked open. A week ago, I would never have imagined that there would be an underground casino on this Gold Island where my fiancé brought me for a trip. He and Viola played to their heart's content in the casino, but I was the one to suffer in the end! With a loud thud, the door was kicked open, and several burly men in black rushed in together.

"No, not that. How did you two end up together?" Oh, I didn't realize he didn't know that. Maybe they weren't as close as I had made them out to be in my mind. Over the course of a couple of drinks, I told David the story of me and Isa. The night I almost forgot, the way she left an impression on me regardless, our skirting around our feelings for so long, the confessions, the flirting secretly in the office, the weekend away at the island… and that brought me to now, to Catherine, and to the recurring issue that kept Isa from letting me in to her life the way I wanted to let her into mine.

He covered her eyes and placed her head against his chest. Isabelle was writhing and Adrian wouldn't let go. Lydia was whimpering in fear and pity for Isabelle. "Shush," Leopold whispered as he urged her to be quiet. "You've been sneaking out to the village!" Adrian yelled. "It must have been Leopold!" "No, I did this on my own accord," Isabelle managed to talk. "I was bored when you went to war so I used to sneak to the village bookshop to get new books."

“Hundred percent sure, Hiro. I need an island where we can totally unwind and detach ourselves from the chaos of the world. “ “About that. Life there is so laid-back; there’s no electricity, no restaurants, no reliable phone signal, no luxurious villas, nothing. Just paradise. “ “Then it’s perfect. Just paradise. “ “We already loaded the goods and everything you’d need in your one week stay there. Please be safe and always take care, Master Luis. “ “We’re not so foolish, Hiro. My young brother is especially smart. Worry not as long as you did your part well. “ “Enjoy and good luck, Master Luis.” “Thanks.” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hm

"I sit 2 desks away from you. That's too much work. Anyways, back to my question" "Yeah, what news were you talking about?" I asked snatching the lollipop in his hands and dipping it into my mouth. "We are going to Islantonio." He said and I raised my brow. "What the fuck is that?" I asked in cluelessness and he gasped dramatically. "The most popular island in the whole of... Wait! are you telling me you don't know that place?" He asked with outmost astonishment and I shook my head. "No." "Mheeen..you're sure ignorant of interesting things." Kori said as she dropped a file on my desk.

Elle smiled placing the tray on their table, taking her seat, two of them dug in their food. “Elle,” Tasha called her, “Hmm?” Elle raised her brows, stuffing the sandwich in her mouth, “what happened to the romance novel you were trying to write a few months ago?” She asked. “She was writing one?” Irene’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ah…” Elle averted her gaze, “I’m left that months ago, I couldn’t find the booklet anymore,” She shrugged. “You actually wrote one?” Irene asked again. “Did anyone know about it? Did you post it somewhere?”

This was it. The beginning of something bigger than Devereaux Holdings. Bigger than Cain Enterprises. Bigger than anything Marcella could imagine. She wasn’t just winning anymore. She was rewriting the game. And this time? The world would play by her rules. Late Night – Isabella’s Penthouse in Milan Isabella leaned against the balcony railing, the city lights sprawling beneath her like a kingdom she had yet to fully claim. Leo appeared beside her, his presence a warm contrast to the night air.

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

The next day, at almost 8 pm, Anna began her journey to Lala Island on the other side of the city. From what she read online, the island was owned by the Riordan. It was a private island. As she passed through the lonely dust-choked roads that led to the island, she couldn’t help but feel nervous with every passing mile. When Caspian had asked where she was heading, she’d lied about it. She told him that Dali had an emergency and that she needed to be with her and after much persuasion, he’d agreed. She felt bad for having to lie to him.