Total Dramarama Island Novels & Stories

"Where is that woman? Bring her back to me!" I was shivering in the room, and the door that had been locked from the inside was being kicked open. A week ago, I would never have imagined that there would be an underground casino on this Gold Island where my fiancé brought me for a trip. He and Viola played to their heart's content in the casino, but I was the one to suffer in the end! With a loud thud, the door was kicked open, and several burly men in black rushed in together.

“But we don’t even know when it is so you can’t cancel on time.” “Doesn’t matter,” Archibald says with a shrug. Isabella glances at Dara across the table. She looks like she’s about to lose it—her shoulders are shaking and she’s covered her face with her hand. Isabella shoots a look at Riven, and he swats at his girlfriend’s shoulder. Dara straightens up, pulling her hand away, revealing watery eyes. “I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time,” Dara chokes out, clearly one second away from bursting into hysterical laughter. She wipes at her eyes. “Sorry. I just got a little emotional because I’m so proud of you.”

Absolute shockwave. Parents stared in horror. Children stared in awe. Adrik’s brain visibly crashed. Sera’s pulse thundered violently. Because that… That was not extravagant. That was insanity wearing a tuxedo. “…An island?” one stunned parent whispered. Mrs. Volkov scoffed loudly. “Ridiculous.” Mr. Volkov shook his head. “Absurd.” Adrik stared at Damian. “…You bought him a country.” “It is technically smaller than a country.”

We quietly move along the leaves to get to the forest. Once we were at the forest we broke into a full sprint to the docks. Finally we slow at the edge of the forest where the docks are. “Alright guys, we need to get into Blue Jay inconspicuously. What is going to happen is we are going to get into the box that says Dresses For Royals and camp their till we are on board under deck. How we are going to get off is we are going to get in the box that says Hay For Farms. Once they put the box down and go back to get more, we get out and sprint till we are far enough away to look normal. Got the plan?” I say. Bella and Raven nod, they know most of the overall plan. But on the other side Leo and A

Samantha watched as Darrel took Sam from the room to be handed over to one of his men. When he returned, Samantha was on her knees begging for forgiveness from Henry, knowing she was in dire straits. Knowing she would end up on the streets of this island without money and no backer. The island’s income only relies on the tourist attraction of the beaches. All work came from the tourist areas, and Samantha had no skills other than her looks. Her only option if she stayed here on the island was prostitution.

His cool voice and reasons made her roll her eyes. “Or you can’t swim?” She questioned a potential fact. She didn't care much about the issue that he said someone had chosen this island as a holiday destination for him. She was more interested in knowing he hadn’t gone for a swim despite being on an island. “Of course, I can swim. I even won some medals in school back then” Yeah, Whatever. “Or are you afraid of sharks?” “The statistics of shark attacks in this area for the past hundred years is zero, I have checked.” The answer made her roll her eyes again.

At centre rose the ruined tower wrapped in thickest vines, blue‑white light streaming brightest from its top: true heart of island. Selena read slowly. “I repeated exactly the mistake that destroyed them,” she said trembling. “Tried beating you… and fed shadows instead.” Lea rested hand gently upon hers. “I thought rivalry made strength but it tears you apart.” Later we moved deeper toward the heartland, and soon felt new trouble: food became very scarce. Trees bore hardly anything; bushes stood empty; even small animals hid far away. “Island prepares for storm,” Kael said softly. “Nature pulls back its gifts beforehand.”

Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere. Henry contributed a couple of stories too, delivered in a quiet voice, telling of the time Brad Pitt and Angeline Jolie were visiting the Island and she'd got in a fury during an argument and threw a vase at a reinforced window. The vase had bounced off and knocked her out cold, and they'd ended up staying an extra week until the bump on her head disappeared. Another story told of Salma Hayek jogging on the Island and how her breasts were bouncing so much that one of the staff broke his nose by walking right into a tree. Myra was the only one who didn't contribute anything and on a couple of occasions, Mark tried to draw her into the conversat

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

I licked my bottom lip, wetting it and I accidentally saw Damien watching me intently. I choke and what happened between us in the powder room and emergency stairs started haunting my memories again. "Lucky, we'll go with Mr. Green." I don't have a choice but to ride the same helicopter with Damien and Mr. Keller. I was silent the whole ride while they're talking about the redevelopment of the island. I was looking at the view and starting to enjoy it. A smile crept on my lips after we landed in the Isla Riva. The island is like a paradise. It's so beautiful. The water is beautifully clear and blue. The rock formations are incredible. All in all, the island is magically fascinating.