The Island Novels & Stories

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?"

I exclaimed as I leaned back in my chair. Florisse frowned at me. She insisted on using a spoon and fork, so I don't think she was very full. My brow furrowed into a smirk. "Spoiled brat," I said quietly. We were about to land on the Island that Paul had mentioned. I'm looking forward to swimming in the sea again. I set out to meet the Island in the distance. We're probably on the other side of Batangas. "This is Isla Verde," I said, looking at Argo's voice beside me.

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.

"You mean, you own this island and yet you never once thought of actually using it? What is the purpose of that private island then? Or do you have this property in every corner of the world that you forgot about this one? I mean, that is possible too." Kairos chuckled before he pinched the bridge of my nose and I didn't like that. "I just bought this island, Isla." I nodded my head at him. "Oh, so it's like you shopped, but an island? Why did you buy this if it's your first time seeing it?" "Because I don't have an island yet and I end up being whipped for a girl named Isla and I thought that it's only right and just that I let her have an island. That being said, what do you want to call y

He kept that devilish grin on his face the entire time. I needed to think of something quick. When we get to... That was when I realized I had no idea where we were going. "Where are we going?" I asked immediately. He looked up with that annoying smile again. I could clearly see it on his face. You are so stupid to get on a plane before knowing where you are going. "Isle de la Guerra." He stated as though I should know where that bloody place is. I furrowed my brow. He looked at me and sighed. "It's a private island near Hawaii that I bought a few months ago." He stated then went back to his laptop...

said Fritz. Elissa nodded. She smiled and began to step outside. All that mattered to her now was to see what it was like out. That way, she could plan more carefully. But she was surprised to see that what Fritz had said was true. They were on the beach. Not just a beach but an island. She looked back, and as far as the eye could see, only Fritz's house was visible. "Where are we?" she asked. Fritz laughed. "This is a special island for us," he said.

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.

"You shouldn't eat too many rich foods, sir. If Mason finds out I'm feeding you more, he'll have my head." The old man rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. You all listen to Mason instead of me. Now get out!" He could finally enjoy his taco in peace once Zachary left. Pine Mist Island. The island sat in the middle of the sea, accessible only by the intercity bridge - its sole connection to the mainland. Beyond that, there were four harbors, one in each direction. Shortly after acquiring Pine Mist Island, Melvin had his company start planning a resort island. It took two weeks to get the actual proposal.

I offered her the cup and watched her face as she tasted it and nodded approving of my concoction, she took another sip, and I took a seat facing her. "Do you know what's this island is called?" I ask her. "No idea, Hell on earth? The bunny island? Something like jail break?" she asks me with a raised brow. "No, it's called Dom and Little Island," I say and watch her face, watch her expression, trying to read them, but she's so used to hiding her emotions in court, it's a hard task to try and read her. "Why so?" she asks me calmly, has she ever heard of it before, is she familiar? I sure hoped she is, it'll make things a lot easier.

At that same moment the yacht in which Isabella is travelling with her father, the children and Marta, makes its entrance to a small port on a beautiful beach, on a small island that she did not know. "Where are we dad?" she asks excitedly. "This is an island that your grandfather bought many years ago for Mima.” Santiago responds in what he will insure the yacht. "You will like it and you will be able to rest for a while here, without any kind of worry while everything is resolved, and you will both be very safe here, along with the children and me.” "What does dad mean by that? You don't expect us to stay here for long, you know we have to work and the children have to go to school." Isab