Novel & Cerita Plum Island Novel

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe

POV: RED The last day on the island began with a sky the color of a bruised plum, heavy and low, pressing down on the sea. The air was still, thick with the unspoken promise of departure. The suitcases stood packed at the foot of my bed like silent sentinels, their presence a constant, physical reminder of the transition to come. I moved through the morning rituals with a practiced detachment, my body performing the tasks while my mind was already on a plane, already in a city I had never seen.

Isla was relaxed in the front seat, her hands tucked into her cashmere sweater, intrigued and curious about the whole thing. She turned into the sleek, urban neighborhood of Platinum Shores, with expensive, modern houses flanked by oaks and maples. “We’re getting into it,” Isla said as she squirmed through the window, nodding her head, certainly impressed. She told her as she finally entered the house. “We’re here,” Zara announced.

“Love, are we going to that island? I continue to ask Isaac and this time he answered me detailed. “You see that? We will gonna stay on that island for two days. Are you excited? “Really? Wow, Love is this private or some residents are there? “This is private, I and William are the owner of this island. Only the caretaker is here. We used to hang out here when we want to get away from the busy city of New York. This place is our haven and you're the first woman I bring here”. Isaac explained to me softly. I listened to him intently and I couldn't believe how can they own an island. I still couldn't get used to how rich Isaac is, he is so humble that sometimes you will not believe how rich he

Finally, it was a time to relax, but Celine felt everything but relaxation. Celine chose Ponza Island, a small island in Italy. She hoped for some quiet time for reflection since she read reviews somewhere that this small island is perfect for people who want some solitude and to enjoy nature. They were not wrong. Beautiful beach, crystal clear seawater, cute stores here and there. But there was nowhere she could indulge in her favorite hobby—shopping. Worse yet, most stores didn’t accept credit cards. Cash Only. Oh, two words that shouldn’t belong together.

The Island came into view and Mark stood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it. "It's better than I imagined," Mark admitted. "I know," Jasmine said, standing beside him. "I love it here." Mark could feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep b

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

I was bruised, spent, and utterly claimed. I looked at the ledger sitting on the nightstand, the work that had earned me this night. I wasn't a victim of the Schmidts. I was the architect of their desire. And as I drifted toward sleep between the two brothers, I knew that the island wasn't a prison—it was the only place I was ever truly alive.

By the seventh day, Grant decided to spend the day with Isabella and was currently sitting in one of the armchairs within the room, his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him as Isabella showered before dressing in her warm and comfy clothes like she had done the past few times. Currently reading a romance novel she had found called, “Our Forbidden Love” she instantly became hooked in a world filled with love and passion as well excitement. Occasionally glancing over to Grant as she read, his eyes always watching her as he did. A warm yet comfortable silence hung around the room as both carried on with what they were doing only to stop long enough to enjoy their lunch, which was

Amber POV Alex had left us a trail. Now it was our turn to follow it. Only four people knew where that trail ended. Jason. Marcus. Pamela. And me. No one else. Not the military. Not the police. Not Emory. Not even our parents. The little blinking signal on my laptop pointed to a tiny abandoned island off the coast of Sum, an island everyone believed had been deserted decades ago because of the poisonous gases that seeped from the old mines.