My Island, My Game Novels & Stories

Curiosity tingling within me, I opened the file and my eyes widened in disbelief as I saw the contents. It was a document outlining the ownership of an entire island. My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up at Liam, my voice barely a whisper. "You... you got me an island?" He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to give you something extraordinary, something that reflects the depth of my love for you. An island, where we can create new memories and escape from the world whenever we desire." I was speechless, my mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of his gift.

"A small, remote, southern island. There are few records of ship movements there. But, from sources in the harbour, there was a small ship chartered with no clear records. That's the only possible route." Dad heard everything on the other side of the phone, and the silence was more than enough to confirm that he knew what was coming next. "I'm going to move now," I said to Dad, more to myself, as if just speaking it could calm the rumbling anger. There was nothing more to talk about, no time to delay. My mind was full of images of Isabella isolated on a desert island, far from anyone who could protect her, and every second that passed felt like a dagger piercing my skin.

I couldn’t even close my eyes for ten minutes, if I did, my mind created images I didn’t want to see. Images of Isabella struggling, images of her calling my name and realizing I wasn’t coming. Two weeks was starting to feel like two years. Ischavor loved games, he loved hearing the fear in someone’s voice. And he won’t stop reminding his enemies how powerless they are. Suddenly my phone buzzed on the table behind, every head in the room snapped toward it. For a second no one moved, I turned to it and picked it up. “Try to see if you can track it.” I mouthed to Mikhail.

Trying to understand what game I’m playing. He won’t. They never do. “And what exactly,” he says slowly “Would satisfy you?” There it is. The opening. The shift. The moment he stepped into my game. I tilt my head slightly. Smile just enough to make it interesting but not enough to make it obvious. “Three islands.” Silence. Absolute. The class freezes. The air stills. And for a moment no one breathes. He stares at me. Like he’s waiting for the punchline.

The guards stepped back from Aria’s father, not releasing him but loosening their grip enough for him to breathe. “I propose a game,” Isabella said, her red-painted lips curling. “Simple rules. You win, he walks free. You lose…” She trailed off, eyes sliding to Aria. “I take her. Permanently.” Aria’s pulse thundered in her ears. Luciano’s jaw tightened. “What game?” Isabella smiled like a cat revealing the mouse. “Cards. Five hands. My dealer. No tricks.” “And if I catch you cheating?” “Then you shoot me where I sit,” she said with a shrug. “But you won’t catch me.”

May kung anong pinindot 'to sa maliit na hawak na remote bago may lumabas na larawan sa malaking screen sa harap kaya napatingin ako dun. Isang Isla. "Here ... Island of heart, an Island where the Windsors own it. Island of heart is one of their hideouts. This is not their main hideout. Ang Isla na ito ay nasa dulo ng Luzon kaya naman ay hindi 'to agad na detect ng satellite natin, they have their own signal and that Island is a private property at sobrang higpit ng seguridad nila na kahit ang satellite natin ay hindi agad 'to na detect. Magaling ang hacker nila dahil agad na nalalabanan nito ang pagpasok ni A sa security system wall nila. Malakas ang firewall na gamit nila kaya hindi 'to na

used me for whatever then betray me, I didn’t know what it was with me that gave everyone the impression that I could be used, that I was someone they could walk all over. “don’t think too much, it’s over now and it will remain that way for as long as you want it to. I own parts of this island; you don’t have to spend money here. You can do whatever you want my people will be there to care for you and cater to all your needs.”

Five Years Later For the first time in five years, Yara let outsiders onto the island. The island wasn't just some nameless, uninhabited place anymore. After way too much back-and-forth, she finally settled on the name 'Evermeet Isle.' Seemed right—some people drifted in and out, but the ones who belonged? They stayed. Here, she'd only meet the ones who mattered. The name just fit. The island's untouched beauty caught the eye of a travel reality show director, and after months of negotiating, Yara agreed to let them film. But on her terms.

"Nope, that's how it starts, before you know it now you won't even listen to me anytime you're playing it" "But this is just here, there is no such thing in our kingdom." "I'm breaking it right now." "Come on baby, please don't, I already apologized." "Okay, let's struck a deal, if I win I break it but if I lose you get to keep it." Chris having the interest to save one of his childhood games accepted and that was how the game began. After playing for several hours he kept winning her and was smiling but Isabella stood up and scattered her pad.

“Do you want to stay here?” She looks at the fading gray walls of her prison. “Do I have a choice?” “Maybe.” I stand, offering her a hand she can’t physically take. “The Game wants to use us? Fine. Let’s use it back. Starting with this island.” The dimension cracks like glass around us. The last thing I see is Jenna’s ghostly smile, sharp and full of vengeful promise.