Total Drama Island X Reader Novels & Stories

"Slept in the same home. Ate meals I cooked . Used code I wrote. And you didn't know a single thing about me. Because you never asked. You never cared." "I care now." "Too late." "It's not too late. I can… we can…" "We can what? Start over? Be friends? Jaxon, you destroyed me. I left New York with nothing. One suitcase. A laptop. And a broken heart. I built myself back up from scratch. Made myself into someone powerful enough that you could never hurt me again." "Isla" "Don't call me that. I'm Dr. Vale. Isla died three years ago in your penthouse. You killed her."

Elara's POV Damien looked at me with a cold expression. "Bandage that wound," he ordered, his voice like ice. "Isabella just lost her child. She can't see blood." I knew he still couldn't stand my poor attitude toward Isabella Reed. "It's already bandaged," I replied curtly. "I need to rest." I didn't want to witness this harmonious family scene any longer. The sight of them made my stomach churn: Damien reading to Tanya while Isabella watched with a soft, proprietary smile, like she already owned them both.

“But like Isabella said, that was a long time ago. And I have absolutely no issue with it.” I swallowed hard, feeling the heat flushing through my cheeks. For the first time since we’d met, I saw the diamond ring glistening on her finger as she raised her hand. Caterina clasped her hands together, resting them against her chin while I struggled not to be blinded by her ring. “Isabella,” she called sweetly. “So, I heard you’re an event planner. One of the biggest and most successful actually.” I nodded slowly, unsure where she’d gotten that information, but it was true.

His gaze was fixed on the screen in front of him, his face a mask of stone. Isabelle knew he wouldn't help her. He was Damian Villareal. He didn't bend down to pick up stray papers. She, on the other hand, was Isabelle Dela Cruz. She was the one who picked up the pieces. She stood up, her movements fluid and quiet, and retrieved the paper. As she handed it back to the terrified intern, she caught a glimpse of Damian’s reflection in the dark screen of his monitor. His eyes, for a second, were on her. Not on the intern. Not on the paper. They were filled with a look of admiration, of pride, of something so deeply tender it took her breath away.

Priya said almost unbelievably as she walked beside Isla. "It's just for less than two weeks or so," Isla sighed. "But that's too much," Priya pouted before stopping to give her a concerned look. "What about Gareth? How’s he feeling about all this? You know I see fan-made edits of you and Damien online and they are really…" She twisted her head, not knowing how to put the words in a way that wouldn’t offend Isla. "If I didn't know how much of an asshole Damien is, I would have…"

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

A little distance from the TV was the figure of Isabella, lounging like a queen on the couch, wearing a pink robe. A bowl of popcorn rested by her side. Isla stopped at the entrance for a second. Something inside her pricked, but she pushed the feeling down, like always. She was too tired for a fight. She started to walk past. But Isabella saw her and, since Damien was yet inside, she didn’t miss her chance to, of course, throw one of her usual subtle jabs at her. She smirked, with eyes still partly on the screen. “Your life’s practically a soap opera now. You should…uhm… thank Damien for giving you season three.”

His eyes darted to his phone again, but there was still no message from Alex. ‘What the hell is taking so long?’ “They said I did it, so why not just do it,” Isla muttered suddenly, rising from her seat. Jaxon turned, surprised to find her standing right next to him, her gaze locked onto his. “What?” he asked, baffled. “Do you want to f**k?” she asked bluntly. His eyes widened slightly. “What?” “I want to feel good, and the whiskey isn’t cutting it. A man like you could make me feel better about myself.” She raised a hand to touch his face, and Jaxon froze momentarily, his body tense.

She retort and yawn "Isn't that why you need the death cert?" "I know but this man is after my family too, Sasha was injured and I know you're aware of the fact that triplicate has something to do with it" "Why did you marry me then?why did Sasha wrench me back into your life? I was okay alone, stop acting like you care because you don't"Isabelle shout. "Those girls are dying each day because of you, millions of people are being traded and shipped out of the country because you refuse to help with triplicate"Xander lower his voice to reason with her "This is dangerous,he's a maniac"

"I'm Jason Tyler, the new Island doctor" "Mr Fedor. Is he okay?" She sat up and gazed at the sea, the waves were calmer and serene, and it looked like it had not been turbulent some hours ago, boats were all over on the sea and from what she could see, it seemed like they were looking for something...or something. Her gaze landed on Vivian who was kneeling by the seashore and sobbing "No! Mr Fedor" She pushed away the doctor's restricting hands and ran to Vivian