Tropical Island Books Novels & Stories

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

Miguel had invited Bobby to go on a family vacation. The air in Manuel Antonio felt different from Monteverde’s cool, misted breath. Here it was sand, sea and sunshine. The Pacific shimmered beyond the jungle like a sheet of hammered silver. The heat rose off the sand in visible waves. Coconut palms leaned toward the water as though drawn by gravity, their fronds whispering against one another in the breeze. Their tour guide — a wiry young man with sun-browned skin and a machete strapped casually at his hip — stopped beneath a cluster of leaning coconut palms.

I mumbled, getting annoyed at the mere fact that I heard his voice the moment I was celebrating his absence. It made me feel how wrong I was and how Luca's presence would always glue to me even though he was absent. Deciding to enjoy the few hours I had, I sat comfortably on the sliding bench. The bright ray of the warm sun shone onto my skin, emitting a dark orange glow. TINT by Morrison Ishanique was the title of my book, written by a Jamaican author. It was my first ever Jamaican read, and though the language barrier, I still understood a little of every word. It was all thanks to my interest in languages too.

Luna couldn't resist the urge to dive into the refreshing sea, and she spent hours snorkeling among vibrant coral reefs, swimming alongside tropical fish, and marveling at the diverse marine ecosystem. The tranquility and natural beauty of the islands had a profound impact on Luna. She found solace in the simplicity of island life and the unspoiled surroundings. Each day, she woke up to stunning sunrises and spent her mornings practicing yoga on the beach, embracing the serenity and peace that the islands offered.

But what was meant to be a relaxing two-week honeymoon was already looking like a whirlwind of decisions, disagreements, and laughs that no one had anticipated. The sun-drenched beaches of a tropical island beckoned to Adrian and Isla, their dream destination for their honeymoon. Waves crashing on white sandy shores, endless sunshine, and luxury waiting for them in a villa overlooking the ocean. Adrian couldn’t wait to whisk Isla away to a place where they could completely disconnect from the world, just the two of them, with nothing but the sound of the sea and their love surrounding them.

He clicked his tongue and sneered, "Do you mean that barren island? [You are wasting your time.]" "[No, it is possible with the helps from everyone. I have a faith on them.]" Gil rub his chin and start thinking, "[Hmm, can I join you?]" "[Eh? Why?]" She squinted her eyes and wondering why do he wants to move after saying something bad about that island? "[I need a quiet place to continue my books. My publisher said I need holidays.]" "[I doubt you like it. We have no alcohol, bar and the weather is always hot.]"

Storm asked as we walked along the beach. It was a perfect afternoon, like all the afternoons here were. The island itself was a veritiable paradise. Which made the craziness of its inhabitants all the more surreal. “Not yet,” I sighed. I mindlinked my grandfather twice a day. They still hadn’t found Zane or Astrid. No one knew where Scarlett or Alpha Skylar was. They were looking for this island, but it was a needle in a haystack. There are thousands of small, tropical islands. We didn’t even know which ocean we were in - the Pacific or the Atlantic.

“Hundred percent sure, Hiro. I need an island where we can totally unwind and detach ourselves from the chaos of the world. “ “About that. Life there is so laid-back; there’s no electricity, no restaurants, no reliable phone signal, no luxurious villas, nothing. Just paradise. “ “Then it’s perfect. Just paradise. “ “We already loaded the goods and everything you’d need in your one week stay there. Please be safe and always take care, Master Luis. “ “We’re not so foolish, Hiro. My young brother is especially smart. Worry not as long as you did your part well. “ “Enjoy and good luck, Master Luis.” “Thanks.” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hm

From that day on, Edith barely left my side. She personally changed my bandages and gave me water. Her movements were clumsy, yet achingly tender. The psychologist, Ambrose Diaz, came multiple times. However, I remained silent, refusing to utter a single word. As for Lucille, she pulled every string she had and joined forces with Edith's people, launching a frantic investigation into everyone connected to Paradise Island. Those people had already planned to flee abroad to lay low, but they were all intercepted at the airport transit hub. The moment they were caught, just one look at Lucille was enough to make their legs go weak. They dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Wails and fra