Love Island Slade Novels & Stories

Delegating. This Greek Island, not far from Mykonos, was the last on the list. He found he liked it. And the process of exploring them all, with her. “No,” she agreed. “I don’t want your property. But…” “Yes?” She amused him. Fascinated him. “Perhaps… a company.” Her gray eyes gleamed as Addison fastened the pendant around her neck. The hummingbirds seemed to dance and shimmer against her skin. “Just a teeny-tiny one.”

and called her daughter to come downstairs. Here ..I am constantly staring at the stairs to see who the lady is... And then she came...I looked at her and my heart beats increased...she was wearing navy blue gown..which suits her best...she was looking heavenly amazing...she has kept her hair open...ans she was looking breathtaking amazing... Why I am praising her that much..you know why because she is the lady who has slapped me twice...yeah the only lady who has guts to slap me... She is non another then ....Ms. Laura Watson...huhhh...Now I am speechless...

A few people whistled. "Slade! Finally!" A guy with messy brown hair and a crooked grin jogged over. "We thought you'd bailed." "Had a wedding to attend." Slade said flatly. The guy's eyes landed on me. His grin widened. "And you brought a date." "She's my stepsister." Slade's voice was cold. Final. "Ah." The guy's grin didn't falter. "The famous Kaira. Erica told us about you."

My stomach soured, “It was fucked up Slade, I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but I know who did it.” “Let me take a wild guess, Lyra,” Slade said. “I kept asking myself where I knew her from, and then I heard Tia calling her handmaiden by that name and it clicked. What exactly happened between you two?” I weighed my options, and finally decided to crack. “I slept with Lyra, it happened months ago when Tia was in a coma.” Slade’s mouth hung open. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. You slept with your mate’s handmaid when she was fighting for her life?”

"It's your host again, Logan Ward. Welcome to the eleventh season of Love Isle. As usual, we have ten singletons from all walks of life. They will be living together in this luxurious villa, hoping to find their perfect match." 'Not me.' I shook my head. No love. No relationships. "As they get to know themselves, there will be challenges, surprises and loads of drama facing them. But the real question here is will they find love?" I let out a deep breath. "Come on. My feet are aching." I muttered. "Let's meet our contestants." 'Ahh! Finally!' I tried to calm myself. This was my moment. "First up, we have twenty four year old entrepreneur from California, Belle Cooper. She's Cooper Holdings'

*** Byron opened the door to the cabin half expecting to see Prince Wes' wife retrained to the chair, however, he was shocked to see Prince Slade unconscious on the floor. "Your highness!" he exclaimed before running to the prince, trying to shake him awake. Slade groaned, coughing slightly before opening his eyes. "Where is she?" he asked groggily. Byron helped him up and walked him over to the couch. "She must have escaped but she could not have gone too far. I will go after her at once and bring her back to you." Slade took a seat on the couch. "You will do no such thing," he commanded.

“… I’m already happily married.” “No, no. I assure you. See, these two chicks here,” he nodded his head towards them. “They are completely nuts about me and I can’t decide which one to choose since both are gorgeous and wonderful.” “Slade!” Rachel poked him laughingly in the ribs. “Don’t mind him, he’s only joking.” “Hey, I’m dead serious,” defended Slade but was betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sure. Next thing you know, you’ll be better off choosing me instead of one of them to avoid breaking their heart!” the waitress answered wryly trying to sound outraged.

He listed out. Right now, Slade was the coward, not Atina. "You even handled Ivory." He added and Atina froze. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. I stepped forward slowly, fixing my gaze on her, "Ivory?" Atina’s mouth opened, closed and opened again. Slade’s laugh was low and cruel. He kept mocking her with his laugh before he shifted his attention back to me. "She told Ivory that the Orlovs murdered her husband. She was the one who stirred the old resentment, re-lit the fire.”

With one last glance, he turned and stepped out, the door closing quietly behind him. Slade turned his full attention back to me, his gaze softening. “So,” he murmured, stepping into my space. “Are you ready to start our honeymoon before we even hit Hawaiian waters?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, and began to nibble at my ear. As if on cue, a soft, melodic track began to play through the yacht’s speakers, the slow rhythm matching the gentle sway of the boat. We began to dance, a slow, intimate sway in the middle of the cabin.

I said, more to myself than to her. But before I could make another move, the phone on the coffee table buzzed. I looked down at the screen and saw the last name that I would expect: Ethan Slade. The blood in my veins froze. My cousin, Ethan, had always been a thorn in my side-a man whose ambitions often outstripped his loyalty. But now, as his name flashed on the screen, my stomach churned. I knew why he was calling. I had to answer. "Answer it," Isabel urged, her voice a whisper full of anxiety.