Novel & Cerita Murder Island 2

to the perks of this place. “I found hardly anything,” I say. “Just one picture. It looks like it’s really old.” Brynn nods so hard it’s a wonder her head doesn’t fall off. “And it’s in the middle of a river, on an island. A ton of people have gone missing from there.” A chill passes through me. “What? When?” “Just over the decades.” She chews her bottom lip. “And supposedly it’s haunted, too.” My gaze falls to my slip-on sneakers. For the millionth time, I wonder why my dad chose this for me.

I closed the tablet and gripped the edge of the silk duvet. The "soft" girl who cried over broken nails was truly dead. And Yvette Swan, the murderer, was a ghost. I looked at the album Joel had given me. My lips parted slightly as a quiet, broken whisper escaped. “I’ll kill them…” Not quickly. Not mercifully. But piece by piece. Just like they did to me. Tomorrow, I will meet Isabelle’s world. And one day, I would show Vanessa exactly what a real murderer looked like.

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

"If you pick up that gun... if you end me... you wash the slate clean. No trial. No testimony. No journalist asking you about your mother's suicide note." "And I go to jail for murder," Aurora said. "Self-defense," Isabella countered instantly. "I invited you here. I confessed to a double homicide. I produced a weapon. There is no camera in this room, Aurora. Who is going to contradict you? The dead woman?" Isabella smiled. It was the smile of a Lucifer offering an apple. "The FBI is listening outside, but they can't see inside. You say I threatened you. You say I reached for the gun. You fired. Case closed."

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.

“We need more evidence to pinpoint her location.” Maria nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration. “I understand. Let me see if I can gather more details from the chart.” After a moment of silence, Maria’s eyes lit up. “The mansion is surrounded by waters and sand, with ocean waves crashing nearby.” Isla’s heart raced as she processed the information. She thought for a second, and then it hit her like a tidal wave. “She’s on an island!” she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “That’s fantastic!”

I know, I am antsy Justin and Maverick sat down in either arm chair “There are multiple rouge camps around this pack. Most fairly small, about a dozen or so. They are out scouting for a girl. They were told by someone that she is in the pack but since the last few people who got too close died, they are all staying away at a distance and using binoculars. Rumor was that there is a camp that is now the size of a small pack. This pack supposably is in Florida. Apparently, they use the shipping docks to transport cargo, aka women and children, to a deserted island. That island is where ‘The Savior’ is at. It is off U.S. soil so the laws do not apply to them. I have information that they have co

“Just as I suspected. His finger tips have been cut off.” A few hours later the cops are everywhere and the wind is starting to pick up. Everyone is ready and willing to leave but now the island is on lockdown with a pending storm coming through. So, we are technically stuck here. I can only hope that the man in custody is the same man that cut off the dead man’s fingers. That way I can feel safer. If not, there is still another person running around this resort willing to kill to get to me. That terrifies me the most. I can hear Rowan on his phone yelling to the coast guard about how he needs to get me off this island. But do I really want all those men to risk their lives to get me away fr

Then I voluntarily removed Jackson's grip on me and added, "We are going to make sure you'll gonna pay for your crime, Simon. The cops are on their way to your horror island now. Pack your things, Karen. We're getting out of this hell of a place now." Right before Jackson and were in a race getting back to the beach party, we called the cops and reported the incident. Jackson even took a picture and sent it to his dad to support our claim. That was the least we could do to make sure the situation will be addressed sooner or later. It was a murder case. And we not just found one dead body, but two. Or perhaps there were more since we are on a private island. I was about to slide to the doorwa