Plum Island Novel Novels & Stories

The island itself is named Columbia. The reason why Hunter never let me beyond a specific boundary in the forest was because he was afraid I'd find it. Too bad, I already did. I'm heading towards it. The map showed there's a port called Novara. Columbia produces various types of fruits and they are exported out to several countries. I have to get to this port and with the money I have, I can buy myself a place on a ship to get out of here.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw a plum deer, slowly slinking past the front door of her house . Mu Zi: "......" Where did the plum deer come from?! Bai Wei said, "Huh, the ecology of this island is really good." Mu Zi said in her heart: it's not the ecology okay? How could a Plum Blossom Deer originating from Northeast China Asia appear on an island in the south?!!!? A black shadow swept by sharply! Sae jabbed at the short tail of the plum deer! The plum deer ran away in fear, and Sae wailed in triumph as it flapped its black wings and hovered in the sky above its head in triumph.

Outside, thunder rolled somewhere beyond the engines, a rumble caught between weather and destiny. The island greeted them with heat and silence. Sand the colour of sun‑bleached pearl stretched to a private dock where palm trees bowed in constant wind. The estate rose on the cliffs above a mansion of white stone and glass, built for discretion and wealth, large enough to host a scandal or bury one. Inside, cool air carried a trace of jasmine and cedar. Luca swept the rooms with quiet precision. “Safe,” he said finally. “For now.” Evelyn walked along the veranda, watching the sea churn sapphire and steel. For all its beauty, isolation pressed close. Here, even the horizon felt like it might k

He looked at his granddaughter who smiled at him. “Open it grandfather” “Alright alright” Romulo opened it and what was written on the front was his name and property description. Romulo looked at her with a surprise look on his face. He opened the file and read it. His granddaughter bought a property for him, not just any property but an Island, the island he had always wanted to buy and build a vacation house on. The island can not be found in the map, it only has a manure map which he was fortunate to buy when he visited his old friend living in the mountain close by which was also not in the map. When he saw the picture of the island and how beautiful it was, he vowed to buy it and build

“It’s a privilege, for sure. But it’s also a lot of work. Maintaining an island isn’t as easy as it looks. I have appointed five servants to stay here permanently.” “Is it so?!” Isla nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of the lavish lifestyle that came with wealth. She had always admired the glamorous lives of the rich and famous, but now, sitting on this bench with Liam, she felt a mix of awe and anxiety. What did it mean to be part of this world? Would she ever truly fit in? “Come on, let me show you the inside,” Liam said, breaking her reverie. He stood up and extended his hand to her, and she took it, feeling a jolt of electricity at their touch.

"So he gave her the only island in this part of the sea. My aunt and uncle are a match made in heaven. They live freely on the island, like sages in the novels we read!" Maisie playfully asked, "Is the island called Lovebird Island?" "It's Rose Island." Daniel looked at her. "There's 'rose' in my mom's name. They were very close, so my aunt was in a lot of pain when my mom passed away… We depended on each other for a while." Maisie leaned softly on his chest after hearing that. The island became clearer in front of them. When viewed from a distance, it seemed as if fiery roses were blooming along the shore.

It had the specific quality of a thing that had been done before and could now be done without thinking. They ate the first batch at the island. Reed was underfoot and then not underfoot, having received her formal allocation and retired to the flagstones with the dignified contentment of someone who had been appropriately considered. The island was where they sometimes ate and sometimes they moved to the table and tonight had been the island, the two of them with the first batch still warm, the plates close together, the conversation finding its rhythm.

A neat, carefully packed lunch box was sitting on the marble counter. Her eyes slowly rose from the box to Damien. He didn’t meet her gaze. “Take this,” he said quietly. There was an awkward pause. Then, still not looking at her, he added with an uncertain tone. “Do you like pineapple? I put some in it,” Isla blinked. Her expression is still as stone. Her breathing became shallow as she just glued her eyes to him. She was stunned as hell. Everything about him at that moment threw her off balance. She didn’t know how to react.

Because there was something on the kitchen table that had not been there yet. A second photo. Fresh. Dry. As if it had just been developed. It showed a place Mara immediately recognized. The island. But she was changed. Greater. Dark. And in the middle of the island there was a huge black tower that it never stood there had given. On the back stood in elegant handwriting: Come tomorrow at sunset. Or Nora dies a second time.

The agreement is simple: you cannot leave this island until the month is over, or until you and Nova can present me with a clear, unified plan for the remainder of your contractual year, and upon your return, she will be introduced to the rest of the family. You will find Nova on the east side of the island. Do not fail to secure your marriage. —Camille A. I stood there, the blood draining out of my face, the humid air suddenly feeling like a vacuum. My grandmother. The cold, conniving, brilliant bitch. She hadn't sent me here for work; she had sent me here as a prisoner. And she hadn't sent me alone. Nova. She was here. Trapped with me.