Plum Island Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m glad.” We arrive at our destination in just ten minutes. An island on which a middle-aged man is waiting at the coast. “Where are we?” I ask. “Plum Island.” Julian removes his ray bans and approaches the man. “Six. How are you doing?” Six? As in the number? “Mr. Sebastian, sir. My wife and I are doing great, thanks to you.” They shake hands. “Oh, this is Anya, my girlfriend. Anya, this is Six. He’s the beach caretaker,” Julian says.

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.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

Truth be told, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, but at the very least, he wanted to sleep someplace away from the wind and rain… “Speaking of which, where’s the general area of that island?” asked the old man who had nearly finished eating the entire chicken on his own. “Northbay,” replied Gerald. “Finally, a familiar name. If I’m not mistaken, there’s an ancient book about the islands in Northbay on that bookshelf, though I’m not sure which book it is,” said the old man as he licked his fingers clean before pointing at one of the shelves. “Oh?” replied Gerald, his eyes momentarily glinting with excitement.

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.