Summer Island Kristin Hannah นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As they chatted, the air suddenly felt colder, despite the heat . Isla appeared from the terrace, walking toward them with the grace of a predator. She was wearing a tiny, black designer bikini that looked like it had been painted onto her skin. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she had on oversized sunglasses that hid her eyes. "Emma," Isla said, her voice smooth and practiced. "I’m so glad you decided to join us. I hope you find everything to your liking." Kristie, who usually had a sharp tongue, was practically vibrating. She leaned toward Emma, whispering, "Oh my god, is that the set from last month’s *Vogue*? It looks even better in person. She’s literally flawless."

By the time the frost came, no one would know that a wealthy American had bought a private island in the Gulf of Mexico. Standing on the helicopter landing pad, looking out across the endless blue water, Clara felt something she hadn't felt in months: hope. The island was her dream sanctuary—a place where she could build a new life far from the frozen wasteland the world would become. The bunkers in the mountains and the desert were for survival. The island was for living.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

The kids are gone, and Isla is about to have the shock of her life and die from a heart attack when she finds out about the death of her kids. Gosh! How much I loved how everything was playing out. I was having a good day, and it was only going to get better. I was going to see Axel, and I planned to visit him looking like Isla. Before heading out, I went to see Isla again. Her head was hung low when I entered, but she seemed to have heard my footsteps because she looked up, gnawing at me. “Hey! Hey!” I said, moving closer to her. “You don’t have to act this way,”

she asked softly. Zachary responded in equally hushed tones, "The Wilson family has their sights set on Mr. Anderson's property." "You mean Crystal Bay?” Sarah's eyes lit up with interest. "Exactly." Crystal Bay, an island off the Atlantic coast, was a pristine piece of land embraced by the ocean. For years, it had been under the ownership of Mr. Anderson, the CEO of Meridian Group. Previously overlooked by developers, the island had recently caught attention after the government announced new shipping routes nearby.

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

The worst part was that they only brought thirty thousand dollars in cash—enough under normal circumstances, but not for a resort this expensive. “Does this part of the country only have one cellular tower?” Kenneth asked, irritated. “Um.” Crisanto hesitated before pointing to an island visible from the lobby. “That local island can get a signal from another island, but it’s going to be a long journey.” “Can you take us there?” Kenneth asked. “We’ll make it worth your trouble.” “Well…” Crisanto paused before sharing, “I actually live on that island, Sir. We have an afternoon trip from the resort, but if you come with me, the next boat service isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

Samantha watched as Darrel took Sam from the room to be handed over to one of his men. When he returned, Samantha was on her knees begging for forgiveness from Henry, knowing she was in dire straits. Knowing she would end up on the streets of this island without money and no backer. The island’s income only relies on the tourist attraction of the beaches. All work came from the tourist areas, and Samantha had no skills other than her looks. Her only option if she stayed here on the island was prostitution.

Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere. Henry contributed a couple of stories too, delivered in a quiet voice, telling of the time Brad Pitt and Angeline Jolie were visiting the Island and she'd got in a fury during an argument and threw a vase at a reinforced window. The vase had bounced off and knocked her out cold, and they'd ended up staying an extra week until the bump on her head disappeared. Another story told of Salma Hayek jogging on the Island and how her breasts were bouncing so much that one of the staff broke his nose by walking right into a tree. Myra was the only one who didn't contribute anything and on a couple of occasions, Mark tried to draw her into the conversat

"Grandma, the sponsored student, Xena, sold my island. "Orion and Scott forged a psychiatric report to send me to a psychiatric hospital and silently have me killed..."