Summer Island Kindle Novels & Stories

The same hair and eyes except with redder lips. The only problem to Anatonia’s life was that nobody knew she existed except on this island. She was anxious to get free and travel the world and see other kingdoms. There was only one problem with that her parents didn’t want her to go out in risk of exposing their island paradise to other kingdoms; so all in all they forbade her from going anywhere outside of this island.

Eli felt that Sean was a little too close to her, so she pushed him away gently and changed the topic, "Are we there yet? It feels like it's taking us forever." "We'll reach the port soon." "The port?" Eli turned to him in shock and asked, "Do we have to take a boat to reach that place?" "Yes, it's on an isolated island." "F*ck. Why does everyone like the islands? They are far away from civilization and the roads are so dangerous," Eli complained.

And the amount of money he had dangled before them as a prize made this whole venture far more than the crack-pot game of a bored playboy. ‘Everything you'll need is in the knapsacks behind the screen,’ he went on. ‘This island's covered in jungle. There’s no wild animal large enough to harm you - if you’re careful. There’s plenty of water and food to be found. And you can’t get lost. In two hours you can walk from shore to shore in any direction. My people here will keep tabs on you, but they won’t make themselves known unless you need medical help. Are there any questions?’

“The Third Tide’s about revelation. Truth. That’s what the Testament said.” Jonas looked at her, eyes shadowed. “And how exactly does truth drown people?” Sefina coughed, voice dry. “Because it takes away the lie you need to live.” --- They found the island on the third day. It was no more than a reef—flat, colorless, ringed with bones. No vegetation. No water. No sound but the endless shimmer of the light. Maya stepped off the boat with the dagger at her waist and the Testament wrapped in a black oilskin across her back.

She's attempting to smack me with reality! "Come on! You're annoying!" We embarked on a boat journey to the nearest island. "It's rather close, isn't it?" "No, it's far! Once we reach there, a chopper will pick us up..." "Wow!" "Truly, wow!" She embraced me. "You're such a brave girl... No regrets, I hope?" A forced smile formed on my lips. "No regrets..." *** The island that Rachelle and her husband acquired is still in the process of being developed. Its pristine white sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters make it an ideal destination. Surrounded by trees and relatively isolated from other islands, it's a perfect choice for a tranquil getaway.

“If you like, we can fly back and tour the ruins when you have recovered from your journey.” “I would like that.” She turned her attention to the brilliant blue expanse of sparkling water, but already in the distance she could make out a small dot of land. “Is that it?” she asked, pointing. He nodded. “Does it have a name?” “smith's ,” he responded. She laughed. “I should have known.” She shook her head. It seemed unreal that he would own an entire island. But his naming the island smith's didn’t surprise her in the least. He wore arrogance like most people wore clothing.

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

He was sooo good with his mouth. Damn. I shouldn't be curious about him. "We'd ride a boat thirty minutes to the island," Adam turned to me as we waited for our boat that would bring us to the island. He was holding a travel bag. Earlier, we dropped by the mall to buy some clothes. "If you want to call someone, do it now. There's no cellphone signal on the island." "Really? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He pursed his lips. "It's a private island. Of course the place has no cellphone reception." He arched his brow. "Is that not okay with you? You didn't think I'm sort of a killer, are you?"

�𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗱𝘀, 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗔 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻’𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁� �𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱’𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. "Thank you for the update, Mother. The Island was just a backup. We’ve already moved the primary server to the one place you can never reach."

I had just finished taking care of my business in the bathroom, which included brushing my teeth and washing my face, and when I emerged, I was surprised to see Julian lying down on the bed. ‘‘Where are we going?’’ I inquired as I opened the closet door in search of an article of clothing to wear. Julian was the one who purchased all of these items of apparel, and they all comprise of seductive ensembles and summer dresses. ‘‘We’re going to explore today, Celestine…’’ he responded as he rolled to his side to watch me, his palm was pressed against his ear. ‘‘There’s an isolated island near here. It’s a little far away so we’re going to use my yacht. And I heard from other businessmen that the