Novel & Cerita Carnage Island

The contrast with my previous employer could not have been starker. I told the Hellhound I was doing this free of charge. Apparently it might have had a link with Jerk-Team 6 so I thought it could be a gesture of goodwill. Besides, I saw the guy’s eyes, he’s going to keep his word. I should be fine. We landed on an island a few kilometres wide, which contain a facility and nothing else. We were to extract any possible living victims, and wipe everything else. I volunteered for extraction.

The air in the suite was no longer just stagnant; it felt heavy, like the atmosphere before a massive storm. Outside the window, the distant, high-pitched whine of a turbine engine signaled the arrival of the Hale private transport. Jason wasn't just moving the wedding; he was removing the board from the game entirely. Once we were on that island—a private fortress in the middle of the Pacific—I would be truly invisible, and the truth would be buried under thousands of miles of ocean.

I peered out of my dirty car window at the big mansion and had to consciously raise my jaw back up off my chest. I knew houses like this populated the island, but I hadn't actually been this close to one before now. Perfect white marble columns were flanked by lush tropical greenery, and scenic balconies hung out at regular intervals. The place was huge. Grandiose. Palatial. It belonged in a movie. And according to my roommate, it was actually one of the smaller mansions of the island. Key Island was the home of two extremely exclusive resorts, a smattering of multimillion dollar homes, and some locals to help run it all. The island was known as the island for people with more money than the

Jerrald opened his eyes. His ears immediately heard the crashing waves. He looked up at the ceiling of the room he was staying in. He had been here for two weeks, on the island of the Grenadines: Petit St. Vincent in the Caribbean Sea, between Saint Lucia and Grenada. Roland was right. The island has no internet, which makes it perfect for anyone who needs a little peace. Take him for example. Jerrald still decided to go to the place where he and Cia were supposed to be vacationing.

exclaims Bella, really excited. “Then let's go. The cargo ship leaves in 2 hours. First we need to get out without being seen. So we are going to go through the kitchens and out the south wing door. It has the least amount of guards and it is the closest to the docs. Once we are at the docs we will get in the box that carries the clothing. That will get us on the ship. The ship will go to Anera, That is where we will get off. Anera is one of the biggest countries in the world. The cargo ship we are taking is called Blue Jay. The one we will catch back to Astora is called Phoenix. Everybody understand the plan??” I ask after finishing the plan. Bella and Raven stared at me. Bella piped up and

Carmen stopped talking and glanced behind him. It was a police car parked in front of them. Carmen frowned. The only thing she could think of was that Adrian had done something illegal and the police were following him. Two police officers walked towards them. One stood beside her and the other was standing in front of her with handcuffs in his hand. “You are Carmen Anderson, aren’t you?”asked the policeman. “Umm yeah? May I know why you’re asking?” “You’re under arrest for murdering your biological father, Travis Anderson”he said coldly as he handcuffed her hands.

She scoffed and just shook her head, smirking at me as if she had so much power over me now. Coral Island was a deserted area, out of the sight of the local authorities of this country and a place that was very convenient to do some illegal activities. In the past, the early Mafia members used it to smuggle weapons and armour. Due to its secluded area, no one batted eyes at it, thinking it was just a useless empty land surrounded by the sea. Who would want to live there anyway? The landscape and scenery on that island were horrible too. It seemed like a haunted place, so no developer was interested to build a resort there.

Isabella deserved parents who were not always at war. Damien made similar changes with the Cross family. For the first time in months, Elena felt like she could breathe. They moved to a house outside the city. It was secure but felt like a real home. Elena planted a garden. Damien worked on making the house safe for a baby. When Isabella was three months old, a letter arrived with no return address. The postmark was from overseas. Inside was a photograph of Elena’s father taken weeks before his death. A note said Antonio’s murder was about more than Vincent’s ambition. It promised more answers if Elena wanted the truth.

My Lycan Prince Chapter five. I‘ve never in all my life seen a place so beautiful. Isla Martago is far from a small island, it's a huge island in the middle of the ocean. It's so breathtaking….the beauty of it. The breeze that comes off the water is cool and it ruffles through my hair as I hang further out the window to get a better view of the city. Buildings stand tall along with statues and a flag. It's a gold flag with a black crest in the middle along with the name Isla Martago. Archer hasn’t said a word since we got into the limousine but that goes two ways I guess and I haven’t said anything to him either but I have been kinda busy staring at this beautiful place that I get to call ho

This is my chance to go back, and I can't miss it. "You still haven't told me why you and the Karr brothers hate each other?" I asked. "What exactly is pudding island? I've never heard of it before." "It's an island under the jurisdiction of Mexico, and many years ago there were only a few indigenous people living there," Daley told me, "This is a small island that no one else is looking at, and poppy cultivation is the main source of income for the people on the island. Later, the island was flooded by a group of outsiders. They were wanted or the most heinous people. They're starting to make this their place. They also brought other economic properties to the island, such as casinos and b.