Total Dramarama Island Novels & Stories

Elias ran ahead. Behind them the door slid. In the last crack, Mara Lena saw. She stood in rising water. Eyes on Mara. And a single word came out loudly: Sister. Then the door closed. And a second later the whole island was buried.

Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys" You can tell Jamie is a bachelor by his house. Car and movie posters are plastered on every wall. With pictures of his kids in nice frames on shelves in the bare spots along with model cars and different trophies. Every room is simple with a simple layout and basic appliances but comfortable furniture. Though he’s one of the cleanest single guys I’ve ever met. Everything has its place. Overall, it is a nice little trailer house. He’s done a lot of work on it so far. Hard to believe this is the same house as when he first moved in. The walls were busted up, the kitchen needed a new floor an

Damien smirked, pouring a whine in his glass. "Never have I ever been on a business trip with my partner and we were asked to get close to each other but I won't stop calling my partner by their last name?" He grinned, shifting the cup towards her. Isla shook her head and chugged the content in the glass, as usual twisting her face at the hit. "Never have I ever gone to a movie theater and cause a dramatic scene because I am afraid of horror, and let's not forget to add I'm a grown ass man" she smiled, pouring shots and sliding the glass to him.

The fake deaths, fake system, and Paradise Island were supposed to be nothing more than a performance they had orchestrated, with every participant an actor hired and paid by them. After all, who in their right mind—knowing full well the influence of the Cox and Hoffman families—would dare to turn a staged act into real torture, to lay a single finger on the person who was, in name at least, Lucille's fiance? But the videos before Lucille gave her the answer. In the first video, a group of people held me down and injected all kinds of experimental drugs into my body. I struggled with everything I had, shaking my head no, as vomit wrenched itself out of me and tears streaked down my face.

Logan stated. I took out my small jotter from my bag and wrote down Justin Blade's name and Project Eden. "What is the operation about, Logan?" Edgar questioned, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck. "Justin and I are working on starting a reality TV dating show named Love Isle. The operation is behind it." Logan responded. "Is that the only thing?" Edgar inquired again. "Yes." Logan nodded. "Fine, I'm joining." Edgar said in acceptance. Logan passed a piece of paper to him. "You're going to sign on it, Edgar."

Rose asked as she carefully took Stefani's temperature next after the younger ate some sliced apples in front of her. Stefani thought she didn't have the energy to talk to those girls, but Jonathan was not around and she actually felt bored. "It's fine, I'll just meet them." Then like a kid, she grabbed another slice from the plate and stuffed it in her mouth. Not even less than five minutes, Christina and the gang came with their loud voices. Again, the maids were startled to meet young and rich ladies with such rowdy behavior! Ivy was lying down on the sofa with stretched legs, the TV playing a drama series currently. "Oh look at that. The husband is cheating behind his wife's back, what a

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

A perfect night to watch the sunset and enjoy the serenity of just the four of us. “Elisa…..do you like seaweed?” Tyler’s jokey sing-song way of cooing at her when he whips up a slimy long strand from between two rocks has her turning before recoiling in childlike horror. Raising her p[alms to ward off the evil in his hand and bursting into a reverse run skip to evade his swinging it about. “Don’t….it’s gross.” She squeals, turning to flee, and he takes off after her, holding it aloft and trying to torment her with it. It’s so obviously a flirty game of chase, although Elisa is probably oblivious to Tyler’s intentions.

Ella recognized Clara, as she had seen her on the battle field. “You are Clara, right? Are you calling me for the third round of torture? Are you going to throw me down from the terrace and take my life? Alpha has sent you for this purpose, right? But trust me, I don’t know anything about the witch or the scorpion venom. Why don’t you people listen to me? I am simply innocent. I have been trapped on this island by mistake.” Ella spoke in a single breath, but her voice was subdued, and it cracked out of the pain and agony that she was subjected to.

Her resolution surprised even herself. Tamara walked off the boat, excited. She felt as though a burden had been lifted. Here, no one knew she used to be Braxton's wife. No one would look at her with pity or mock her. On this island, she could just be Tamara Winslow. As she ventured further onto the island, Tamara felt a sense of familiarity. It was the island that Braxton and Annalise had visited. She immediately stopped walking. "Can we go anywhere on the island?"