The Island Novels & Stories

He knows this world better than what I and Cayden know so he's the one who should decide for now. We're staying on an Island named Catanduanes. I've never heard of this place before. It even sounds new to me. It's not an isolated one. There are lots of people and tourists here and all of them are kind and approachable so as the old lady who's watching over dad's place when he's not her.

I frowned at him, but when I realized what he meant by not biting the glass, I blushed, remembering that night he asked me to hold them. “The island has a name?” Anya asked when he came with a bottle of whiskey and a pitcher of apple juice. “Yes,” he answered, pouring the rocks glass with liquor and the tall glass with apple juice. “Angela.” I took the apple juice glasses and gave one to Anya. “So, what’s the name?” Dylan asked him, taking the rocks glass from him. “Angela. It’s the name of the island,” he explained. My eyes flickered on him. “Why did you name the island Angela?” I asked him, blin

"Where is this?" "It's a private island off Los Stratos' coast. Only the elite and powerful reside there." Eddie struggled to get the words out. "But the island is full of private villas, and I can't tell you which one is El Jefe's. I've never been there. All I hear is that it's supposed to be paradise." Aria gave a small nod. A thought suddenly occurred to her. "You called Yennis 'sweet and naive.' So, you…?"

Jill reassured him. “So, what’s the catch?” Wren said. “There is no catch. I worked in the school library for a long time and people only ever used it for spreading rumours so I know what you love. This island is a dream come true for you, I promise. It’s just a slightly eccentric island with a few rules that are ruled over by a giant sentient jellyfish who lives in an underground shrine directly underneath the hospital.” Jill explained.

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?

Speaking of the village, Howard smiled and said with happiness in his eyes, "It was an island in Country T. Later, I went there to see it. However, because of the typhoon, everything there was destroyed. No one lived there. What I could see was just a mess." "Have you been there? Is there really such a place?" At this time, Howard was still smiling, as if he was extremely happy as soon as he mentioned the island. "It's a very small island. However, at night, sea fire can often be seen on the beach. Large patches of green light bands are very beautiful." "Really? I want to go and have a look at what you said." "Sure! If there's a chance in the future, I'll show

It was as if she were diving into a new world—one of adventure and romance. She exclaimed with excitement: “Adel… this adventure is amazing! We have to go to the island.” Adel smiled, his expression a mix of caution and tenderness: “It is truly an adventure… swimming in deep waters without knowing what lies beneath. The journey to the island carries a hint of madness.” Naomi returned his smile with a spark of challenge and passion: “But what’s written about it is worth the risk… they say it’s the Island of Lovers. Anyone who visits has their name recorded in an eternal memory of lovers. Their name

They hurdle close together, staring at a tablet screen. The island—Willow—it’s just like every other exotic island you’d seen in movies or in magazines. The ocean is clear, shimmering like azure crystals. As for the house situated in the middle of the island, it’s white. Built like a holiday house—the sort you’d find in the Hamptons.

She was huddled up under a cozy duvet in the master bedroom on the yacht. “No, dear. We’re on a yacht,” Tony answered warmly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her. “Where are we going?” Kate asked him. “A place called Cidade-ilha,” Tony answered. “It means island city. It’s a small island belonging to my family.” “You guys own an island?” Kate asked in awe. “Two, actually,” said Tony. “The other one is for commercial use. It’s an exclusive beach resort for elite clients. Although we have other resorts across Brazil which are accessible to everyone.”

"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? "