Lab Rats Island Novels & Stories

The Bird Island was a speck on the horizon, soon that speck became the size of a fist when the total 500hp engine had reduced the distance like a powerful race car nearing the finishing line of the track. The island could almost be clearly seen now; it was a small coral Island. It had no human inhabitants, but lots and lots of birds and other wild-lives. Butterflies, Galapagos tortoises and insects are also its co-inhabitants. A huge mist was covering the island. A skilled guide, Tristan did much to heighten Lillian’s anticipation, “There’s lots and lots of birds you won’t believe possible, both the black and the white cockatoos, multi coloured parrots, macaws, hornbills and even a few sea o

“So this is where you live…This looks great, and you have an endless sea view to enjoy every time you leave your house.” Edelgard could not help exclaiming in surprise, while Mary Jane suddenly said, “He doesn’t live here. His house is in the sea.” Edelgard was slightly stunned, failing to apprehend what Mary Jane had just said. It was not until two heavy-duty helicopters arrived on the square that everyone understood what she had meant… This was especially true when they all landed on the island, which left them all dumbfounded. Mary Jane then explained, “This is Lustmord, an island spanning more than 2.2 million square feet. This is Javier’s home.”

I stretch, pop on my powerbeats and set off on my run. How can I explain this? So, by now you know that I live on an island, what you don’t know is that this is MY private island. Obscured by magic to the outsiders, and with a 70% female population we are almost like the Amazonia’s. Powerful warrior women, full of knowledge and expertise. The other 30% is 10% children, and 20% male population. Don’t get me wrong we do get visitors, every 10-15 years a new batch of trainees arrive, all pre-teens, all with the dream of becoming scroll keepers. They are the most knowledgeable of our kind, for they study our history from the beginning of time. The Citadel, otherwise known as La Torre degl’ Illum

Maybe, Kathryn thought as she smiled. This sight was caught by Vivian Heather, making her insides boil. For her, someone like Kathryn Taylor doesn't have the right to smile like that at all. She was beyond upset to see such an image. After ten minutes, they arrived at K Island. It was said to have its own small forest and a small cave, surrounded by powdery, snow white sand. Kathryn wondered why they didn't go and stay here on their very first day. While the old man started placing their things down from the boat, Vivian Heather glanced around then spoke to Kathryn, "We'll need more firewood than this." She pointed to the ones they have in the boat.

Watching the island. To Be Continued...

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

Her name was Ritaline. Captain Casablanca continued in his discussion. ‘Now, we will go to the Island of Mobonta. It’s one of the newly discovered Islands of the British government. Make sure you behaved yourself very well, when you get there. Don’t forget the code and conducts of oat. Never say never to whoever is not your brother, even when a sword is laid to your throat. I believe you heard me?’ ‘Aye, Captain.’ The pirates responded.

Over the course of five years, I was tortured repeatedly—my limbs broken and reset, my flesh sliced open, and my body completely ruined. In order to survive, I was reduced to fighting dogs for food. When I truly felt I could barely hold on any longer, I went to great lengths to steal Dr. Harding's phone. I tried to get Eliza to bring me home, but what I got in return was her immediate refusal. "You must pay the price for what you've done. Just stay there and be the test subject for Christopher's drugs. And quit plotting to come back and replace him!"

There was a high-tech laboratory, gadgets and everything. The entrance we used was not the main entrance, but instead, the building had underground tunnels that connect to the sea as the base was built on the island. There were submarines that came in and out through the tunnels to and from the secret laboratory. She told us not to touch anything at any cost. “not even my phone?” I said, trying to break the silence and awe among us all. And then she said, “Is your phone anything?” “It is,” I said laughing, which made everyone on the team laugh out loud! Turns out that the Guiding lady was even funnier among us!

And to my ferocious, persistent, and ever-strong velvet steel, the one that rests between my thighs. We are now on our way to Isla de Rubia, where the Grays and some employees of Gray Co. are still having a party. Gyzell couldn't get enough for me as her mouth was still licking the tip of my sword even if she already devoured it for a few minutes. “I think that’s enough, honey…” I gripped her hair, making her face me. “We're now nearing the island. And one thing, we should minimize our wet stuff because—”