Shutter Island Novels & Stories

"The Minister has biometric locks on that terminal. You’d need an override code that only the biological descendants of the creator possess. Which, luckily for us, you are." "It’s not just the locks," Chalida interjected, stepping toward the table, her eyes fixated on the flashing code. "It’s the surveillance. The house is a camera, Arnon. Every breath we take is logged." "Then we make the house blind," Arnon said, pulling a jagged, custom-built hardware component from his desk. It was an ugly, rusted piece of tech, but it pulsed with a faint, rhythmic blue light. "This is a hardware shunt. If you plug this into the main console, it will create a feedback loop that will temporarily scramble

I felt my brain shutting down, the numbness of my body fading as the adrenaline from today finally evaporated from my system. I made my way to my bed, curling into the comforter as I stared out the window. Both too scared to sleep but also too exhausted to stay awake. I watched as snow began to fall and wondered how many seasons I would get to experience down here before my soul was ripped from my body and the rest of me was left to rot as it was tormented again and again. My fingers pressed against my lips again, and I was forced to relive the last few moments. Emmett's eyes lighting up with amusement and desire before his lips claimed mine in a breathtaking kiss. I closed my eyes and begge

But as I guided her inside and set our damp duffel bags onto the kitchen island, the vastness of the space felt less like a sanctuary and more like a stage waiting for the next act. "What happens," I said, walking over to the main control panel near the entryway and flipping the master switch to engage the heavy motorized blackout shutters, "is that they start guessing. And when they start guessing, they go back to the places they know." The motorized whine of the steel shutters closing over the glass windows filled the room, cutting off the view of the storm-drenched city outside. One by one, the massive panes of glass were sealed behind layers of reinforced aluminum.

His cool voice and reasons made her roll her eyes. “Or you can’t swim?” She questioned a potential fact. She didn't care much about the issue that he said someone had chosen this island as a holiday destination for him. She was more interested in knowing he hadn’t gone for a swim despite being on an island. “Of course, I can swim. I even won some medals in school back then” Yeah, Whatever. “Or are you afraid of sharks?” “The statistics of shark attacks in this area for the past hundred years is zero, I have checked.” The answer made her roll her eyes again.

Kissing my head one last time, he looked away from me. "Now run!" And I ran. Disconnected from Caine's Flashback. I had to disconnect myself from Caine's memories. I couldn't handle it anymore. "Oh my." I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. "Now I understand what you've been going through. I'm so sorry." Caine let out a humorless chuckle. "That's not even it. You didn't see the main reason for my shutdown. That was just foreplay." I could feel my eyes widen in shock. My mouth opened and closed but no words were coming out.

After a moment of processing, the search returned empty. “I’m afraid our system doesn't …” Jessica had her eyes on the screen while speaking when the sound of a camera shutter attracted her attention. She looked up and found the man putting his phone away. The man was in shock. It was obvious that he had forgotten to turn the sound all the way down.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

She didn’t object, didn’t fight. Clearly in shock. “Stop him! Kill him and bring me the woman!” Eben shrieked with the desperation of a banshee. As was the custom the gatekeeper reflexively dropped the bridge at the sight of Zierno. As Zier raced across it the king’s shouts finally reached the gatekeeper’s ears. The bridge began lifting on its great creaking chains.

Luckily for us, as a reward, Gray lets Iselyn and I take a quick dip and play in the waves before ultimately setting the bodies ablaze and hurrying home. That night, we see the wild fire on the news. It burned down over fifty acres of woodland before the firefighters were able to put it out. The beach where we were just hours before, now covered in ash and smoke. Later that night, after Iselyn and I were supposed to be asleep, we sneak downstairs for hot chocolate, hoping that will help ease us enough to let us sleep. As we’re sitting at the bar counter, she sighs. “Things aren’t going to get any better, are they?” she asks.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.