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Speaking of the village, Howard smiled and said with happiness in his eyes, "It was an island in Country T. Later, I went there to see it. However, because of the typhoon, everything there was destroyed. No one lived there. What I could see was just a mess." "Have you been there? Is there really such a place?" At this time, Howard was still smiling, as if he was extremely happy as soon as he mentioned the island. "It's a very small island. However, at night, sea fire can often be seen on the beach. Large patches of green light bands are very beautiful." "Really? I want to go and have a look at what you said." "Sure! If there's a chance in the future, I'll show you..."

"Please follow me, I will escort you to the resort to meet Mr. Tyler," Caroline said with professionalism and turned around while the unusual couple followed her. They sat in the four-seater which would take them to the resort. Scarlett looked around the island, recalling Rafaelle's words. Indeed it was a private island with limited flights. The island justice the name summer hold. It felt like no matter what season was going on, summer would never let go of its warmness here. Everything around was covered in poshness and people there has that rich aura oozing from them.

From that day on, Edith barely left my side. She personally changed my bandages and gave me water. Her movements were clumsy, yet achingly tender. The psychologist, Ambrose Diaz, came multiple times. However, I remained silent, refusing to utter a single word. As for Lucille, she pulled every string she had and joined forces with Edith's people, launching a frantic investigation into everyone connected to Paradise Island. Those people had already planned to flee abroad to lay low, but they were all intercepted at the airport transit hub. The moment they were caught, just one look at Lucille was enough to make their legs go weak. They dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Wails and fra

It appeared to be an island. A lonely island in a blue sea. Behind him is a tropical jungle where temperatures reach 30 degrees and Ethan Brooks is starting to get weak from the constant sweating and won't last much longer if he can't find water to drink. The crash happened in the early hours of the morning, and it's now been more than eight hours, and help has yet to arrive. Ethan Brooks is getting scared. He's not Bell, there's no camera crew here, and he's watched wilderness survival

He winked and said, "Ready for me." She wasn't quite ready to get naughty just yet. She wanted to flaunt her new discovery. She cleared her throat and claimed, "I'm thinking about buying an island - a vacation island." "An Island?" Evan asked, bemused. "Yes, an island. At the top of my head, I want to buy The White Coral Island," Shantelle described. The island she named was a famous island resort in the next town. "What do you think?" "You want me to buy you the island?" Evan asked, his hands on his waist, thinking.

"What on earth happened? When the police pulled you out, you were still alive. But your parents and everyone else… were dead. They only recovered their bodies." I pinched my palm. It hurt. I was still alive. But why was I still alive? "I'm fine. I don't know how I survived. Mom, Dad, Mable, Julian, Lindsey, and Jack are all dead. But I'm still alive." If someone like me continued to live, I would only be destined for pain and agony. There would be no happiness waiting for me. "What happened to the island?" I asked. "It's been sealed off. With so many people dead, it's now a crime scene."

The captain stepped forward, clasping me by the shoulders, "you've just won an all expenses paid vacation to a private, secluded island off the coast of Papeno." Several people clapped, sarcastically of course. I looked around in sheer horror, my mouth gaping. Papeno was an island in the Isle of Denali, an island dotted by even smaller, more secluded islands where the shark infested, sharply currented waters were a death sentence if you found yourself shipwrecked, or stuck ashore… This was it. I was going to die. "I'm expected in Valoria—" "Aye, so are we. But we have time for a detour, don't we boys?" Several men nodded and mumbled in agreement, nudging each other.

I feel so helpless because I couldn’t do anything. I decided to look around my surroundings so that I will know my way out when I’m trying to escape. To my surprise the whole place is an island , a very beautiful island . It looks more beautiful than the island I visit on vacations with my parents. It shocked me to know that the people living on such a beautiful island can be this wicked and ruthless. The drive was so long and the Island kept getting more beautiful, the trees were all tall. My mouth kept watering and my stomach kept rumbling with hunger when I kept seeing the juicy fruits on the tropical trees, even the air smells more differently and fresh.

“This will be your training den for the week—or until the Ancient Ruins open.” Danial, still gasping, raised his head weakly. “There’s… something… called consent…” He gulped another mouthful of air. “And secondly… where the hell are we!?” Raiden grinned. “You’ll forget about consent here soon enough. And this—” she gestured around the small tropical island “—is the Reely Islands. Somerland Ocean territory, surrounded by eternal lightning storms.” Danial blinked. Forget about consent? That does not sound right.

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