Murder Island 2 Novels & Stories

“Some of his vital organs are missing as well.” “How did this happen, and how come no one noticed?” Chase asks. “ This murder didn’t happen in a blink of an eye. Someone must have seen something." I am cringed by the disturbing image before me. It is the first time I witness such gory scene, but as disturbing as it looks, I am not about to chicken out. The Kendra who hides away from situations like this died few nights ago. “I want everyone to leave the hall this instant while we figure out what happened here.” Leo locks eyes with me, those gorgeous eyes knocking the wind out of my lungs, sending warm shiver rushing through my veins.

Just like when I just arrived here, I curled up in the corner of the room, trying to scrounge together the slightest sense of security. That night, the sound of an ambulance pierced through the silence. A feeling of dread fell over me, and as I opened the door to see what happened, Horace was right there and he kicked me hard. My head hit the door frame, and I could feel warm liquid flowing down my hair onto my neck. "How dare you try and commit murder! If anything happens to Vivian, I'll make sure you end up in jail!" Then, I saw Vivian being sent out on a stretcher, struggling to breathe.

I say to no one in particular, he was already gone. The island is surrounded by a vast amount of water and not a single boat around. Unless he wants to die by drowning, there was no way he was going to swim to safety. Life on this island had been slimmed down to none. Picking up an axe and attaching it to the magnetic jacket on my back, I take three table knives, a gun pushed into between my belt and finally my cell phone. I pause when the screen lights up, a picture of Alicia naked and tied to the bed, her clit fully exposed to me from the photo. Just staring at her makes me hard, it was the essence of the picture.

He did not pick up Marie's ten or so missed calls, and he did not read her messages. When dawn broke, he finally placed my urn in the car and drove to the police department. Marie had been waiting for him at the entrance with bloodshot eyes, likely from a sleepless night. "You did not pick up all my calls or reply to my messages. Cliff, you're worrying me." She forced a smile and reached out to grab him, but he swung her hand away. He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!"

"They will come for us with everything they have if they find out about your parents." Isabella nodded, this new insight causing her thoughts to race. The fictitious murders of her parents, their abduction, and the mercenaries' unrelenting pursuit all made twisted sense now. It's likely that her parents were defending something that was worth killing for. Isabella swiftly disassembled the transmitter, making sure that no evidence remained, because it was now a liability. They couldn't take the chance of being followed any farther. The sound of chopper blades grew louder as they started to descend, the jungle canopy trembling as their adversaries got closer.

I started to say, needing her to understand that I would protect her at all costs “I received a call from my investigator who’s handling your case. I had to travel to Denver to talk to your grandfather.” “What?” She asked alarmed. "Yes, I spoke to your grandfather in regards of the island where you were lost all this time." “And what does my grandfather have to do with all this?” her voice sounded shaky as she spoke. “The island where I met you was bought by James Ward 27 years ago, which he put in the name of Valentina Morris-Ward, a few weeks after their wedding.” “Oh God....” “When your father died and with the disappearance of both your mother and you, all the assets of your family passe

If we're not fast enough, they'll cut us off, and the bridge is the only way off this island. A bang rattles my skull, and one of the students drops to the ground. He doesn't move a muscle. A girl screams and nearly trips over him. "Keep going!" Gregory pushes her back. We're almost at the bridge. I push myself harder, my muscles stretching to their capacity. There are more gunshots. More screams. Henry is down, just like the other boy. We could stop and check them, but I already know that they're dead. There's nothing we can do for them.

The island they stood on was too small for two people. Despite the chaos, a few fortunate hunters began to secure keys, avoiding the deadly traps that lay in wait. Rufus found himself locked in a scuffle with another hunter who lost his balance and fell. The tide turned in Rufus' favour when he spotted a lone key on the tiniest island within the cluster. Ignoring the rest, Rufus raced towards that direction. Before he could reach the key, however, he had to cross a sizable gap between two islands. Thus, Rufus stopped to recalculate his chances.

Then I tightened my grip and started pulling them apart as he gasped, lifting off his feet. "Okay, okay!" he yelled. "Let me out, and I'll tell you everything!" "Nope!" I said, smiling as I tightened my grip. "Try again." I tightened my grip and pulled again, and he started gasping. "You know, I'm new at this. But I could keep practicing on you... unless you tell me what I want to know." "What?" he gasped, rising off the floor. "What do you want to know?" I released my grip, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. "For starters, who killed River in the Solarium?"

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.