The Island Novels & Stories

Why of all the packs in the world did the moon goddess decide that his mate should come from Greenwood’s rival pack, the most feared pack in the world, the Pride pack. Dylan slumped on the couch, too perplexed to even think. His life was far worse than hell. Isabel leaned against the door with a heavy sigh. She finally has her mate, her companion, the missing piece that completes her, the love of her life in her pack, in her life. This was undoubtedly the most fulfilling day in her entire life.

I was kicked, you can just touch me. "I know. I know. That's why you're asking, right?" I answered this annoyed. It's very OA because it's acting and it's obvious. "This one is high blood. But anyways, Snow Fall is an island located in the western ocean and there are many islands there. The place is breathtaking and a perfect getaway vacation." Gen answered me. I frowned. "Have you gone?" I still ask here. It shook its head. "That's why I want to go."

"You and Christine should be married now if the accident didn't happen." "Where is this place? " I asked ignoring what he said. "We are on the island owned by Christine. This island is one of her father's properties. It's Tinay Island. Her father named this island after Christine. He called Christine Tinay when he was still alive. " "Christine is rich," I commented. "You are richer. " "Am I? "

"It seemed to be an unknown island. If she had not been following Kolton, Mango would not have known that there was such a small island in the middle of the ocean." They could only use a boat to get to the island as the sea was surrounding it. "This island was not that big, and it was only the size of a county at most. However, it was under high security, just like an independent small country." "The moment Kolton took them to the island, armed policemen pointed their guns at them." "Captain, you're back?" The man who led the team was respectful towards Kolton. "Kolton nodded and said in a low voice, ""Stay alert. If anything ha

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

I closed my eyes and blew, sending the seeds in the air like a tiny helicopter. “We're in the middle of the South Atlantic Ocean, part of the British Overseas Territory. But Mr. Marcellos bought the island from the United Kingdom. He got the rights after five years.” I scoffed as I gazed at her. “He’s always persistent.” She only chuckled as we continued our walk. “The island consists of twenty percent human, thirty percent animals, and fifty percent crops. The farms are on the other side of the island.” After a few minutes of walking, I saw a single-story building in the distance. It didn't take

He placed it gently into my free hand. “Welcome home, Lena,” he murmured. “I bought you an island.” For a second, my brain short-circuited. I just stood there, staring at him, then at the paper in my hand, then back at the pristine paradise waiting for us. “You—” My voice broke on a stunned laugh. “You bought me a what?” “An island,” he repeated smoothly, as if he were announcing he’d picked up groceries. “Secluded. Safe. Untouchable. No paparazzi, no Vivian, no lies. Just us. You, me, and Isabella.”

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

And far outside where the horizon touched the water, appeared for a single Wait a dark silhouette in the fog. An island. Then she disappeared.