Carnage Island Novels & Stories

he informed The vehical that arrived to pick them up was more like a mini bus, on the way to the Villa he briefed them about the Island, the people and the tribe. Mahira learnt that the island was named Island Blue Rose because it was the only place in world where they found a rose that was blue and it was naturally cultivated, however there was a catch here, not all blue roses found here were about fragrances, there were some types that were poisonous and could kill a person.

Yeah, I was a scaredy-cat. “Did I? Shoot sorry.” She chuckled. “Tell me, who are you talking about?” I asked as my curiosity fueled up. “I’m talking about The Carnival.” She said. “Carnival? What is that?” “A gang. Horrifying they are. They’ve been around here and ruled some places in Bhutan, Pakistan, Germany, and China. Their business are all around the world for ages but they live mainly here. These are some real confidential topics for you to know. Everybody fears them yet no one utters their name. They rule here. Though there is peace and they keep a safe barrier between civilians and them.” She sighed.

Emelia grins, "No, but are you familiar with that area?" "Yes, ma'am. I'm from Venezuela." I ask, "Have you heard of a place called Knight Island?" His smile fades, and he answers, "Yes, but it's better known as Sangre Island." Emelia flirts, "Ooo, that sounds sexy when you say it. Repeat it for me." "Sangre Island," he repeats with a grin. Squinting, I say, "Blood Island?" "Si," the server smiles. Mitchell asks, "Is it far from Venezuela?"

Isabella says. "You did what?" Don Romani and I ask in one voice. "I took Carlos with me and a lot of men, but I did shoot a guy called Manuel in the head. I don't know if he is from the cartel or the street gangs, but I have a feeling that he is from the cartel because he didn't sound like the typical gang members. We have this wonderful plan," Isabella says. I quickly tell them everything we did and how we changed our cars so that nobody knows it's us driving past them if backup is going to the house. Dante and my father look like they have seen ghosts.

Mark said, frowning as he tried to figure out if he was legally guilty of something or not. "Further complicating the legalities is the unique situation we find ourselves in concerning jurisdiction, specifically that the Island is technically a sovereignty in it's own right and doesn't fall under the laws of the United States or the local laws of Guadeloupe, which is technically part of France and is subject to EU law, despite us having requested the assistance of the local police or customs in the past." "This Island is it's own country?" Maddy asked. "Technically yes, although we enjoy a partnership of sorts with Guadeloupe, yet we retain our own rights as and when it suited Mister Moore t

“We make the rules. No one else gets hurt. This stays between us. But when we need it… we come together like this. Raw. Shameless. You, stretched and dripping between your husband and me.” The words sent a fresh flutter through my core, even in my exhausted state. I turned, kissing Jake deeply, then Ryan. I tasted the difference in them. The unique flavors of the two men I now belonged to in this new, forbidden way. Emotion swelled in my chest. Love for Ryan’s steady devotion, growing obsession and affection for Jake’s intense passion. The central conflict hadn’t vanished. The real world waited back home with jobs, friends, and potential consequences. But in this moment, on this paradise isl

"That you've been punishing me my entire life for something that wasn't my fault? That you took your anger at Carmen's rape perpetrator out on me?" "No!" Maria protested. "We loved you-" "Don't." Isabella's hand shot up. "Don't you dare say you loved me. Not after everything." She reached for the envelope, pulling it toward her with trembling fingers. "What happened to Carmen? Where is she now?" The silence that followed made her blood run cold. Antonio and Maria exchanged a look that spoke volumes. "Tell me," Isabella demanded, though part of her already knew the answer. "Carmen died," Antonio said quietly. "Six years after you were born. A car accident in Mexico City."

“You have to let me go. I need to understand what happened in my homeland. I need to find my people and make sure they are safe.” “Well, I think you can find out what happened from your parents, and as far as whether or not your people are safe, Isla, I’m sorry… but they’re not. They couldn’t possibly be. The war that happened there was violent and all-consuming. It was a total war where nothing was spared, and those who didn’t escape to other lands before the war broke out are most certainly dead. The island is all but abandoned now. Only a few rogues live there, and it’s practically uninhabitable because of the mass burnings that destroyed all of the buildings and the natural resources. So

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."

Only two executives are left until we reach the top of the food chain. I hear the sounds of machines as I look over at Kendall's side; sparks of blue light appear on or off as she works on another one of her crazy gadgets. I went through my head, figuring out the purpose of the island Eva purchased. She calls it Paradise Island, a small island off the coast of the Caribbean. Our air support captured the island unseen, and it only captured a small hut and no visual of Hugo or Eva. "What the hell is on that island?" I mumbled. I rub my head before my brain can be fried from all this thinking.