Paradise Vacation For You Novels & Stories

I couldn’t look at him for too long, so I lowered my gaze, fidgeting with my fingers. “I just want a peaceful life. I don’t need to be a hero.” “And that’s exactly why you deserve respect.” ^^^ I collapsed onto the sofa in my apartment, every muscle aching after the long day. The hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet, dimly lit living room. My hand brushed against a turquoise-blue brochure lying on the glass table. On its cover was a photo of a white-sand beach, turquoise sea, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. Across the top, bold letters read: “Escape to Paradise – Bali Awaits You.”

his voice trailed off. Sherry's eyes snapped in curiosity. "What solution?" Russell grinned. "This is not my only property in this area. I have another resort, the sister resort I'm talking about, located a few hours from here. It's called Nature's Paradise Resort. It has the same state-of-the-art amenities as mine on this island. And I also have a penthouse there at the top of the hotel. We can stay there so that when your husband comes here, he can't find you," he suggested mischievously.

I always notice everything where he is concerned especially since after the accident. We were finishing breakfast…eggs, sausages, chocolate chip pancakes for the twins…when he said, almost casually: “How about we go to Reldives for the weekend? Or have you three been there?” My eyes snapped up in surprise and excitement. Reldives. One of the most stunning private island countries in the world…turquoise water, floating villas, white sand that looked photoshopped, food so good people considered moving their whole lives there. It was also my dream vacation spot that I thought of going there with the love of my life. I had seen so many beautiful couples go there for vacation and for their honeym

she went to the sitting room and flopped down on the sofa, her eyes on the TV, the remote in her hand, while she scrolled through her available options in search of what might interest her. "No. Certainly not." "No?" She asked, surprised. "But that is all you ever do those days." "I know and that is why I plan to make it up to you." "Make it up to me," she nodded, smiling. "I like the sound of that." "How do you like the sound of us going to Small Paradise for week to make it up to you." Small Paradise?! That place had earned its name. It had a lot of wonderful sights, some people save up for years to go there. Although for Ivy, it definitely wouldn't take her that much time of saving up, bu

" It's been a while since I've traveled. " she lets go, her gaze distant. " I wanted to breathe new air, you know? I twist my lips. An idea comes to mind. " How about a paradise lake, with waterfalls, hiking trails and a great place to have a picnic? " I say, a little thoughtfully. " You're describing paradise to me. " she clasps both hands over her chest. " Do you know a place like this? " Laura becomes completely interested and turns her body towards me.

She doesn’t budge. “You traitor,” I mutter. “This is what I get for defending you.” But just as I’m about to panic, I look ahead...and there it is. Paradise Resort. In all its glorious, smug, five-star glory. It’s massive, glimmering in the sunlight like it knows poor people aren’t allowed past the gates. It’s probably a thirty-minute trek from where I’m stranded, and I’ve carried heavier burdens....for less payoff. So I straighten my back, grab my suitcase, stack the duffel bags, chug some water, and lock my dying car.

“I can’t, Jamie. Not right now. It hurts too much.” Jamie sighed softly. “I understand. So… what are you going to do?” I hesitated, then glanced at the travel app open on my phone. “I think I want to take a short vacation. Just to get away from everything for a few days.” Her eyes widened. “A vacation? Where?” “I don’t know yet,” I said honestly. Jamie’s face lit up like a lightbulb went off in her head. “The Maldives. Kiara, it’s perfect for you right now.”

His eyes went wide, and I panicked. “I mean, I uh....” I closed my eyes and took a quick breath. “I mean, you saved me from my aunts. And from being dateless. And I'm having a really nice time with you. And I would like to get to know you better.” I smiled up at him, hoping he didn't find me too crazy. “I'm not trying to be nosey.” His face relaxed slightly. “Well, I work for the government of Paradisa,” he said slowly. “And I would love to tell you all about it, but it's top-secret.”

I cried. "I know, darling. I know." Her voice softened. "Which is why I want you to do something for yourself. And, perhaps, for him. Take a vacation. A proper one. Get out of Paris. Go anywhere, the Amalfi coast, a Greek island, a remote cottage in the English countryside. Stay away for a week. Breathe. Remember who you are when you are not in this hurricane." "A vacation?" The idea was alien, out of reach.