Summer Island Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

I flew into the air and removed my shades, I crossed my legs and sipped on my juice until my phone rang for a notification. I jumped in shock, I quickly reached for my phone and my heartbeat quickened due to the shock of what I saw and clicked the email. Good day, Thank you for taking interest in visiting The Lost Island. I am sending you this email as a confirmation that you are granted with your request. As a sign of gratitude for taking interest, I am giving you (2) two free tickets to the island where you can bring a friend, love ones or a family member to enjoy the island with you.

’ Darryl pondered for a long time but could not come up with anything concrete. The old man smiled and said nothing. He only instructed the four men to continue with the pace. At that moment, Darryl did not know that the old man was Eric Scope, the Ice Fire Island’s Sect Master! Ice Fire Island was located about 150 kilometers away from the New World on the southern sea. It was not a huge island, but it had some strange scenery. The island had tall mountains covered in snow all year long, and yet, lava flowed at the foot of the mountains. That was how it got its name.

“What is your island called?” Enzo looked dreamy as he replied with a sigh, “Isolda di San Pietro. The whole island is our territory, but as with most places nowadays, we share with the humans. The tourists keep our identity hidden, but you have to be a bit wolfy to be able to live permanently on the island. It's pack owned.” I resisted the urge to laugh at his “bit wolfy” comment, biting the inside of my cheek. I didn't want him thinking I was laughing about his home which he was clearly passionate about.

His cool voice and reasons made her roll her eyes. “Or you can’t swim?” She questioned a potential fact. She didn't care much about the issue that he said someone had chosen this island as a holiday destination for him. She was more interested in knowing he hadn’t gone for a swim despite being on an island. “Of course, I can swim. I even won some medals in school back then” Yeah, Whatever. “Or are you afraid of sharks?” “The statistics of shark attacks in this area for the past hundred years is zero, I have checked.” The answer made her roll her eyes again.

"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 let my eyes drift out over the water, watching as the moonlight flickers and dances on the gentle waves. Minutes pass in peaceful silence. As the silhouette of the island starts to materialize on the horizon, my throat goes dry. Even from this distance, the sheer size of the island is staggering. A sprawling oasis of light and life. White lights trace the outline of the shore and sparkle from buildings nestled in lush greenery. The glow radiates pure luxury, a beacon calling out to those craving escape and indulgence. I can see why anyone would dream of vacationing here. The island feels like a secret paradise, both wild and refined, and I'm overcome by the thrill of stepping into the new

I feel bad for Adam, '' Carmilla said, then took a seat. Keisha had a great time exploring the island. The island was beautiful indeed and she took some of the beautiful flowers, the kind her mother loved. It was now time to get back to the hotel on the other side of the sea as it was getting dark. When she got there, there was no one there. The man who took it there was nowhere to be seen.

The resort was beautiful and very luxurious to say the least and neither one of them had realized that there were so many more people on the Island other than them who were staying at the resort. "Welcome Miss Gambino, what can I do for you? would you like to go to the massage rooms? or perhaps some relaxing acupuncture treatment or if you prefer, water Zumba?" Jax had appeared out of nowhere and was going on and on about the Island activities, not giving them a chance to talk at all. "Jax, Jax ! it's fine, don't worry about me I am just here to look around and have a good time. None of that acupuncture or Zumba stuff " Isla said cutting him off and thankfully, he got the hint.

The cluster of islands gradually appeared in front of everyone. When they looked at the islands, they noticed that there were eight little islands that had one enormous island surrounded. There were many ancient buildings already constructed on the island. Overall, it gave people an indescribable feeling. Jim approached Tyr. When he stared at the islands in front of him, his expression became grim. “What’s the big deal about it?” Tyr asked. Jim didn’t respond right away, but he had someone bring him a small aerial drone and control it to fly toward Komodo Island. He snapped a picture of Komodo Island’s landscape with the drone around five minutes later.