Sofia Mystic Isles Novels & Stories

In the study, Levi highlighted the locations of the properties Jeffrey White owned. He tapped on the map showing the property in Salamatof. “He owns a cottage here on the lake. It’s remote, and there’s nothing for miles. That’s where I believe he’s keeping her.” “Okay, let’s go,” I said, and stood up.

“This map will show you the way out. Take it, find your family. But please, tell me where Isla is first.” Miguel took the map, his fingers brushing against Sierra’s. He thought to himself what Sierra did was stupid and led by emotions. But he couldn't help but admire the bravery of the young girl. “Isla is in an abandoned factory on the east side of town. She’s guarded, but if you move quickly, you might get to her in time.” Sierra nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you.” Miguel stood, his chains rattling. “Now, cut me loose.”

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.

Earnestine interrupted while Athena sat down. “Thank you.” Athena said. “What did you find?” Janeka said sitting opposite them. “The mystical island.” Athena smirked, she looked evil with that smirk on her face but still, she was gorgeous. “It's a mystical island that dates back to 1920.” “That's more than centuries back.” Janeka informed. “We know that. That's why we have to find the key to get the firestone.” Earnestine said being cocky. “Don't get me wrong but that's traveling to the past.” Janeka informed.

I tried to read what was running through her mind but I couldn’t. "Come with me, Mr.Addison. You still need to see something," Mystique said and walked back inside the car. I sat in the back next to her. Her security guards were the ones who drove the car. The car was running fast so after a few minutes we stopped somewhere, when we got out I saw where we were. Folegandros. This is a place here in Greece that is very good to visit.

The cool sea breeze kissed their overheated skin, heightening the contrast. Sofia slipped beneath, her warm, eager tongue flicking Isabella’s clit while Marcus pounded. The overload shattered her. Isabella came violently — her pussy spasming hard, powerful jets of hot girl-cum gushing across Sofia’s face and the cushions with wet splattering sounds, her screams echoing through the villa.

Talking to Miller made the walk pass quickly. “Well then, Mr. Engineer, it was nice meeting you. See you later.” Leaving him behind, my steps carried me toward Sarah and Sofia near one of the small cabin doors. “You abandoned me, bitch. I’ll never forgive you for this.” Apology filled Sofia’s widened eyes instantly. “I’m sorry, Isabella. You know how much I love the sea and this atmosphere. I couldn’t stop myself from running toward it.”

Sofia “ I understand. I hope everything works out. “ I stroke his beard, and he turns his face to kiss the back of my hand. “ As I said before,” the debauched smile returned to his lips and his lazy eyes now slid down my body. “ I really liked your apartment… “ Really? “ But I especially liked that island…” he points, and I’m confused. “ Why, specifically, it? “ Because… “ he steps back and walks over to it, resting his hands on the small white tiles. “ She’s the perfect height for something I have in mind.

“Are you the man who can move the product I need? Or am I wasting my time with middlemen?” Malik’s lips curled into a faint, appreciative smile. He stepped closer, invading her personal space. He smelled of sandalwood and cigar smoke. “I’m no middleman. But I need to know who I’m doing business with. You walk into my place, all fire and confidence… it makes a man curious.” “The name’s Sofia,” she said, giving the alias she’d practiced a hundred times. “And my confidence comes from cash. Do you want it or not?”

When walking on the road, he heart some noise up ahead, not only that, he sells various aromas, he stops and concentrate a bit, then he was hit by hundreds of kinds of smells, from horse shit to human sweats to the smells of alcohols and much more. Even when he direct his sights to the direction of that smells, he can see clearly the fire smokes of some wooden houses in the horizon, a few miles a way from here, and this crocked road here is the only way to that village. While Sigurd still going ahead to that village, he the first werewolf ever born in this world want to make them his own first members of his pack as soon as possible, for fear of being outdone by his other fellow competitive,