Mako Island Of Secrets Cast Novels & Stories

"I should have made the introductions earlier, dear. This is the Beta female, Neila, and that is the Gamma female, Aria." My eyes widened in surprise. I looked from the scowling Beta female to the calm Gamma female. She’d barely spoken since they walked in, but I could feel her eyes watching me. No wonder they exuded such aura and strength. I understood why she was upset the Alpha King had ordered her to attend to me. Elder Isolde's eyes stayed on me and then glazed over. I knew she was mind-linking someone. A werewolf experience I might never have. Her eyes returned to normal, and she sighed again before speaking.

But because it couldn't possibly be anything serious, she rinsed her mouth and replaced her toothbrush on its stand. But again… the wall creaked again. Heavier this time. More forceful. Slowly, she turned. And lo and behold—the secret door. The false wall that led to a secret connecting passage. The one she had forgotten existed. It slid open in eerie silence, and out stepped Marco, slipping into the room like a shadow made flesh. Serena froze. Her heart slammed against her ribcage. Bro couldn't possibly be doing this again. Marco closed the hidden door behind him, his eyes already locked on hers with a dangerous, possessive intensity that unnerved her, but at the same time, teased her.

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.

Then the image zoomed out. And the room went silent. Thousands. Not hundreds. Thousands. Ships. Aircraft. Vehicles. Personnel. An army. A real army. The scale was staggering. Impossible. Terrifying. The island wasn't a fortress. It was a nation. A hidden nation built in secret. Years of preparation. Years of funding. Years of growth. All hidden from the world. Mira felt sick. Nova looked furious. Cassian looked horrified. Seraphine looked ready to start a war.

"Mrs. Isabella what? Isabella nothing, Finn. Have I not told you what to do?" "I know sir. But the Missus just called me. She sent in a document." In the whole of his company, it was only Finn McDonald that was aware that Maeve had arranged the marriage between Ronan and Isabella. He was the only one who knew how Isabella died everyday longing for Ronan Patterson’s love. "What document?" Ronan all but spat out, he was growing impatient with the young man. Finn stared down at the document in his hand, "I'll bring it right away."

Golden hour has set in making the place look even better. I can see there is a mixture of guests, those from the council have all been invited and it looks like all of them have come, Maccario is the only merman in human form I can see a selection of sirens and other merman watching from the water. I can see he checks me out as his tongue sweeps his lips and I prey Zac doesn’t notice. Maccario’s gaze makes me uncomfortable the only man I want to look at me like that is standing at the end of the aisle, his back is currently facing me, although I can tell his eager to turn from the subtle fidgeting he is doing.

I felt different—sharper, as if the girl who used to flinch at her mother’s shadow had finally been buried at sea. ​"A sanctuary," Malakai replied, his eyes never leaving the radar screen. "An island off the coast of Sicily that doesn't exist on any commercial map. It’s owned by a man who owes me his life twice over. We’ll be safe there while I coordinate our next move against the Council."

Eira snapped out of the initial shock and asked, "What is a Sea Mackie?" Hidden Dragon took a deep breath and explained slowly, "A Sea Mackie belongs to a clan that protects the ancient secret of the Ruins Sea. Legend has it that they migrated to the Ruins Sea thousands of years ago. They live there for most of their lives, so their culture and practices are entirely different from ours. Did you see her clothes? That's made with fish scales, making them look like fish from a distance, hence the Sea Mackie name. "

Mister Yousef distracted their friends enough with questions about service on the Island that they were able to slip away into the bunker, and once they were down there, Mark explained to them about Benjamin Moore' secret porn stash. They were both apalled and intrigued at the same time, and Maddy insisted on checking out one of the videos of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, just so she could see what the footage looked like. Myra jokes that she was fooling no-one, but Maddy merely grinned and went into the lounge to put the DVD in a laptop. Mark took the opportunity to close the door, and pulled out the DVD with his name on it. "I watched this earlier. I think you've got one too," He began.

“By the time you see this, you’ll already be tucked away in your little underground hole.” Marco cursed quietly behind me. “But here’s the thing…” Isabella leaned closer to the camera. “I already knew you’d run here.” A slow fury spread through my chest. “And I know exactly who you’re protecting.” Elara stiffened beside me. “Tell Elara I said hello,” Isabella purred. “And tell her her little secret messages aren’t nearly as secret as she thinks.” The screen cut to black. Silence crashed over the room. Elara looked shaken now. Truly shaken.