Novel & Cerita Murder Island 2

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

The receptionist—Joseph, according to his tag—scowled at him. “Is he bothering you, miss?” I smiled sweetly. “Not at all. This is my partner. We’re art dealers doing research for a client.” Joseph nodded and began typing. “Merchant, you said?” I gave him a polite nod. “That’s right.” A few moments later, he found it. “Isaiah Merchant. Perpetrator in a murder-suicide. 1912.” “Lovely,” William muttered. “Can we get a copy?”

"Technically yes, although we enjoy a partnership of sorts with Guadeloupe, yet we retain our own rights as and when it suited Mister Moore to exercise them." "So we're like the sovereigns of the Island then?" Maddy said slowly. "In effect, yes," Mister Yousef stated. "In addition there are technically no laws written down for the Island, nor is there a police force, a court system, or a method of legal representation." "So what happened if someone was stealing or some shit like that?" Myra asked, looking very confused. "Mister Moore or Henry fired them. Investigations were usually conducted with the Head of Security for the Island, and a decision was reached by the ranking person on the Isl

COO OF YOUNG CORPORATION ALLEGEDLY INVOLVED IN MURDER. THE MISSING HEIRESS OF YOUNG CORPORATION, ISABELLE YOUNG, WAS MURDERED BY ISABELLE YOUNG. SCIENTIST IN THE MUD. YOUNG CORPORATION IN DEEP WATERS.

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

The security man took the document out of the office, and came back two minutes later, with two packages wrapped in colourful ribbons. He opened the packages and peered inside seeing the blood stained ear of a black woman and the pale fingers of a man, he called his personal assistant and told him to deposit the payment of the two members of the killer squad who had just carried out the two latest murders in the usual place, his company was about to become at least two hundred million dollars richer and he smiled at the thought of that.

She had no idea she was the reason for that. ”Yes. I felt it when you arrived the island. Immediately I saw you, I felt peace. If it was another person I saw that day, their bones would be buried under the sand already” “Have you ever—” “—No. Never seen a human since I arrived. Talk more of killing one” Avril turned and stared at her plate for long seconds, trying to digest their conversations. Then something struck her mind. “Dakar, did you say you leave this side of the island to another?” she asked.

I went in slowly and when I saw what’s inside, I froze on my spot. Isla was on the floor, she wasn’t moving and her blood had stained the tiles. I panicked, not knowing what to do. I ran to her and checked her pulse but there wasn’t any. I started to cry. I didn’t know what else to do. There was a stab wound on her neck. She was clearly murdered. I quickly ran outside and to the front door. I called Boomer and he immediately ran to me. I was about to leave when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and I saw Soren holding a bloody knife.

The Police force was tasked to secure the area, whilst the Resource department was tasked to repaired and maintained the floating island, R&D Department was also deployed to record all the artifacts and also research the mechanism surrounding the whole island. "Well, I'm sure by now…you should consider everything from the past is real…after all, you have a high human as your leader…by the way, there's about half a million undead on that island, and don't worry it was our undead…this is Alfred apparently he was my family Butler…talk to him about everything you wanted to asked, he should be able to answer them…I'm off to the mansion…". I left the work for Andrea and Alfred to handle everything

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"