Yeu Island Novels & Stories

I was enjoying myself looking out of the window when the yacht suddenly stopped. "Come, I'll show you something" He said while gripping my hand. He lead me down the deck and to the gangway where I saw the whole island. "Wow, beautiful" "I know, that's why I brought us here" "But, where are we exactly?" I asked latching my arms on his, afraid that I might get lost if I didn't. "We're on Isle Swindersen, the island 40 minutes away from Cony Island" he said as he continue to look down at me. He pulled us on a store and I smiled at the young boy who opened the store for us.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

“I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.” The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon. “I’ll have the same,” he replied. “What do you mean, out on the island?” Becca asked as the waitress walked away. “Long Island.” He shrugged. “You know, the Hamptons and the farthest point east in New York State? My pack is out on Montauk Point.” She pointed to herself. “Pineland Leap. Sentinels of the New Jersey Devil out in the Pine Barrens.”

With no one left to inherit it, Hayes Group slid into decline and eventually collapsed. Later, word spread that a certain resort island had become incredibly popular. The place was covered in flowers—most of all lilies. Every year, when they bloomed, the island turned into a sea of white and green, drawing crowds of tourists who came just to take photos. The weather there stayed mild and pleasant all year round, so the island was always full of visitors. At the very center of the island stood a stone monument. Carved into it were a few simple lines. "This island was built according to Ms. Evelyn Wynn's final wish. It is named Evelyn Isle."

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.