Plum Island Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean" She looked up, a small smile on her lips. "It is all right. I understand what you meant. And this is certainly an interesting book. This woman finds herself stranded on an island after her ship breaks apart on the rocks. She swims to shore but is utterly alone until she spies a figure on a distant hill" "Aw You found out my secret." He recognized the book. It was called Lady Isabelle and the Lord of the Dark Isle. It was one of L. R. Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel.

I didn’t even had a chance to say goodbye and I have regretted it all these years but now I’ll find you and tell you all we’ve missed. She closed her diary and gazed outside to the clouds. Time moved as slow as before. After spending hours gazing outside the window and thinking about her childhood in Nexorus with her grandfather and Wade, she finally reached the island. She came out from the airport and inhaled the beautiful fresh air. Nexorus Island was a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was far away from other islands and continents. It was surrounded with water. It had very less population but civilization was well developed.

But facing this girl, she couldn't help feeling a bit shaken. Camellia chuckled, but as she and Rose caught sight of a large patch of white roses, they both froze. Camellias pondered, "Laura, who owns this island?" "I do!" Laura said firmly. Wind Island was hers, the only place in the world she could call home, despite its bloodshed and brutality. It was the only place she truly belonged. Rose scanned the sea of flowers with deep, cold eyes. Was it really a coincidence? She and Camellia couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

I offered her the cup and watched her face as she tasted it and nodded approving of my concoction, she took another sip, and I took a seat facing her. "Do you know what's this island is called?" I ask her. "No idea, Hell on earth? The bunny island? Something like jail break?" she asks me with a raised brow. "No, it's called Dom and Little Island," I say and watch her face, watch her expression, trying to read them, but she's so used to hiding her emotions in court, it's a hard task to try and read her. "Why so?" she asks me calmly, has she ever heard of it before, is she familiar? I sure hoped she is, it'll make things a lot easier.

⸻ As the Sea Lark approached the island, Amelia noticed something strange. There were no docks. No boats. No signs of life. Yet the island looked perfectly maintained. The gardens were trimmed. The pathways were clean. Fresh flowers bloomed beneath the windows. Olivia frowned. “Someone lives here.” Marcus scanned the shoreline. “But where are they?” ⸻ The answer came moments later. A bell rang across the island. Once. Twice. Three times. The great wooden doors of the Hall of Records slowly opened. A group of twelve people stepped outside.

I kept cursing him while pacing in anger. Flora was just watching me, “Who does he think he is?” I groaned in frustration. I sat on the bed feeling defeated by this arrogant man, I glanced at Flora. “I know you want to escape from here but there is really nowhere to go,” She said, “We are on a private island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.” The sinking feeling in my stomach worsened. “Whose private island?” I asked. That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered.

Isabella and Angelo kept jumping and raising their hands. They stopped when it became obvious that the yacht was coming to them and happily hugged each other. The yacht finally stopped by the shore and Angelo and Isabella noticed that there were just two men inside it. One was the sailor while the other just stood there eating an apple. Apple was Isabella's favorite fruit and the moment she saw it, she began to salivate but, she knew that it was more important for them to get off the island so she controlled herself and smiled at the men.

Isabella isn't in the room and I glance around, wondering where she has gone when I hear the shower running. She must be in the bathroom. I was thinking she had gone somewhere else in embarrassment of what she had done to humiliate me but it's ok. I understand that she is only trying to help. I am thinking of going out to give her enough time to come out and get dressed when my gaze falls on the book on the sectional sofa. It looks like a novel so I pick it up. The title is MAIL-ORDER BRIDE and it looks like a romantic novel from the 20th century. I can figure it out from the cover of the book which has a bride and a man in a frock.

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

The man nodded, I got in the boat and ten minutes later, when everything was ready, we started the journey, my journey would take me to a small island in the middle of nowhere, which was my father's property, although big enough to form a population in the future, you never know. For three and a half hours we saw only water and a clear blue sky until we began to see the coast, it looked beautiful, it was an island that did not look like any other, according to what the fisherman told me, it was full of fresh water, plants and animals. It hardly ever rained, but the moisture in the air gave everything an eerie glow. And then I saw it, the most magnificent thing I had ever seen - it was a flow