Murder Island 2 Novels & Stories

Outside, the sun was sinking over the ocean in a blaze of red, orange, and purple. It would have been a beautiful sight, except: It was the night of the full moon. As this reality struck me fully, I moved my hand away. She grasped my wrist and pushed it back between her legs. “Use your fingers” she said, her voice a whisper. We lived on Vukasin, an internment island for werewolves. It was rather like a leper colony, yet not without its luxuries.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

I killed her mother. “You will pay for this. I’m going to enjoy what I will do to you. I want to hear you scream and beg for mercy. I will show you none.” She moves towards the wall and grabs a harpoon gun and loads it. I move as she climbs the steps and presses a button to open the lid on the tank.

Mary Jane then explained, “This is Lustmord, an island spanning more than 2.2 million square feet. This is Javier’s home.” The group was shocked! They had originally thought that it was rather decent to have a humongous mansion by the sea. However, they now realized their poverty had limited their imagination… ‘Javier’s house is actually on an island, and this entire island belongs to his family!’ In fact, when they landed, Lloyd and Herschel even noticed that there were private firearms on the island, including an anti-aircraft vehicle with rocket launchers installed in it. Herschel was so shocked that he was almost in tears. “Mr. Kersey, is this a house or an entire country? How is it that

Dead in seconds. Marcus kills his attacker. Claws through the chest. Rips out the heart. Brutal efficiency. I'm engaging two wolves at once. One's Vincent's brother. Angry about my killing his sibling. Fighting with rage rather than skill. I exploit that. Let him overextend. Duck under his attack. Claw his legs. He goes down screaming. The second wolf is better. Professional. He's matching me blow for blow. Neither of us gaining advantage. Then Isla appears. She's got her crossbow. Shoots the wolf in the back. Silver bolt through the spine. He drops.

Together. The veteran called from his truck. Evan. Kade. You two okay? Need a ride? We are good I shouted back. Go on. We lock up here. As the last cars left I turned to Kade. The syndicate messed up. They tried to kill us and failed. Now we have the device. We use it. Kade nodded. Tomorrow we plan the office hit. The laptop. Everything. No more games. We walked through the quiet yard. The party mess everywhere but the real mess was bigger. Someone had tried to murder us tonight.

While he shows for them to untie me, there is one huge smile that grows on the asshole's face, "Well, look what we have here." And ya, I fucking die right there even before MacKey gets his turn. I think I am by now goddamn terrified in counting, but we have wasted yet another hour that we could have been out there looking for Isabella. And then it begins once again…the goddam man is stuck on a record player. "Where is Isabella?" Well, I am not Galland, "If I knew, do you think I would be sitting here?" He takes the grip of his Ruger and smashes it firmly against my forehead. I can feel as the skin split open and the blood starts pouring down my face.