The Island Of Unwanted People นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said to her as I smiled widely. She didn’t understand why I lived my life like this. She will never understand because she has never been in this kind of situation. Yes, she goes out with different men but not like me; I am on the highway rushing towards my ultimate destination. Sorry about that I forget to introduce myself, my name is Isabella but you can call me Bella or Bell, I live the life that most people would condemn but I don’t care I find happiness in it. I enjoy being the center of attention, and I am most attracted to men who are knowledgeable and have a sense of humor.

WARNING: This book contains violence, abuse, rape, mental health issues and anything that may be triggering to a person. If you're sensitive to this stuff, I would recommend you very kindly go find another book to read as there are many people triggered by this sort of content. Thank you! Maria's P.O.V

, I laughed nervously, and he hummed in response, so to distract him from his question I pulled him for a hug and heard him breathe a sigh of relief, tightening his grip around me a little and planted his lips on my forehead just when he was about to release me "So I'll take that as a yes?", he quirked up an eyebrow and my eyes lurked around in confusion, I was so confused it wasn't even funny "A yes to what?" "That you like the island" "Oh", I breathed out a breath I didn't even notice I was holding it before pulling away from him to stand by one of the large windows in our bedroom to look at the view outside. The ocean water reflecting the rays of the merciless southern sun, waves crawling

The evilest of men to walk the surface of the earth. A man whom the devil himself would like to take some lessons from. If you must dine with the devil, then you must use a long spoon they say, but even with a long spoon, it is impossible to dine with Jason Stanford and escape unscathed. He is a true definition of a monster, covered with flesh, truly a wolf in sheep's clothing. I sigh as I get up the bed and pick up my backpack. I might as well get going, there's no use thinking about the man, who upended my family and ruined life as I knew it.

It didn’t matter that they had been gone for over a decade—losing them had been the kind of loss that never truly went away. They had been my world, my anchors in a foreign country where I had no other family to turn to. After they died, I was alone. No one left to hold me up, no one left to love me. That night, I became an orphan. Tonight, I will remember them all I want. I drank without thinking of any consequences. Once I maxed out my credit, I decided to go home. And that was where I first found Clyde. As I walked out of the bar and passed by the dark alley, he was lying there on the sidewalk, barely conscious, a victim of a robbery attempt.

Even though I and the rest of the Wandering Village were known as an abomination due to our inability to shift, I had always hoped that I’d find my mate or someone who loves me and travel together with him beyond the island. The island of the wanderers, as they called it, had been in existence before my birth twenty-one years ago. According to my father, the island was created for exiled werewolves who are unable to shift and those who wanted to escape the life of slavery. My parents were the first to arrive on the island, and from there, more joined, and together they built the home for wanderers and called it the Wandering Village. But, just after a year of creating the pack, the Finders f

For the briefest of moments, I think that our woman is jealous. “You have no right to exile my people.” Isla stands and moves in front of her husband. Touching the metal brace on her arm, she quietly reminds him, “This says that they are my people too. It also says that you are mine and I am yours. If you wish to seek your pleasure with another, that is fine, you obviously do not desire me. But you will keep your affairs discreet.”

used me for whatever then betray me, I didn’t know what it was with me that gave everyone the impression that I could be used, that I was someone they could walk all over. “don’t think too much, it’s over now and it will remain that way for as long as you want it to. I own parts of this island; you don’t have to spend money here. You can do whatever you want my people will be there to care for you and cater to all your needs.”

There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away. Scarlet had mixed feelings about coming here. She remembered times in the past when she used to love to come to Bannerman’s, a small, abandoned island in the middle of the Hudson, with its huge crumbling ruin of a castle, a relic of a former time, long abandoned, structurally unsound, overgrown with vines. In fact, the whole island was overgrown with thorny thickets and vines and poison ivy, a place long con

Joker asked. “The Island is a place that houses several facilities. There’s Pink Velvet, which is a basic whore house and training facility. Then there is the Pleasure Palace where women who aren’t bought at auction after three tries go. They’re there to service elite members and provide them with children from good stock and then there’s Dark Desires. Dark Desires is for people like me who won’t submit. I can’t even begin to describe the things that happen there. All I can say is that there have been three people who have died while living in the facility.” She said, sighing.