Tenrou Island Novels & Stories

Trent explained. “You want to know where the minerals are being transported so you can intercept them, right?” Eulalia immediately grasped his plan. “Exactly. The island is called South water Island. According to my information, the minerals have been moved to Luminara,” Trent said. South water Island, minerals, Luminara, amusement park—these words triggered something in Eulalia’s mind, causing a sharp pain in her head. She clutched her head, her brows furrowed. Deep down, she knew she had encountered these terms before, which is why they affected her so strongly.

he gently commanded and looked at her. She managed to fix her seat and started opening the iPad she had brought. So, she could start showing him the presentation she would present. "Okay, let's start. I organized our island hopping into four different itineraries, which I named Island A, B, C, and D. Island A is known for lagoons and beaches, while B is known for caves and islands, C for great snorkeling and a shrine, and D is somewhere in between, featuring island beaches. All islands have a compulsory f*e of two hundred pesos as an environmental f*e, which is good for ten days. We must pay fifty pesos for a mask and snorkel rental if we ever want to go diving. If you want, we can contact o

“How long have you been here?” “A day and a half. I was kidnapped from my apartment and woke up here. Do you know where we are?” “Yeah. Some private island in East Timor called ‘Land Grizzly’.” His eyes narrow, fixing his gaze at one of the boats. “I knew it. I knew I was in East Timor, but I didn't know there was an island named 'Land Grizzly',” “It's a newly discovered uninhabited island. The owner—you've seen the masked man?”

They kept circling Cheval Blanc Randheli, some clearly intent to dock, so management had to send out security and concierges to intercept them. Tanya just arrived in the morning, but many tourists had already posted about it online. There were hundreds of islets open to tourists, and dozens of thousands, if not hundreds. They naturally would have the money to afford further travel, and hearing that Tanya was in Cheval Blanc Randheli, they naturally have to come over for a look—if only for a glimpse of the person in the flesh. Even if they couldn't, they could just post photos of the luxury island on social media to brag.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

She was a tall Asian girl on my left, and we exchanged brief smiles, but nothing more. The other three women wore the new white tennis shoes issued to them by the staff of the show. We all wore sturdy jeans and long-sleeved T-shirts with “The Island” logo, along with light windbreakers. Mine was currently tied around my waist, and most of the others either carried them or had stuffed them in their backpacks.

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.

“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.