Survival Island Tv Show Novels & Stories

¶Aiyla PoV¶ " You can't underestimate how traumatic divorce Is for the children" -Isla Fisher * * * * * * * * * After spending days and months in Little Angels boarding school; it was time of the day for us to go back home for summer holidays back to our family. It was a nice summer day waiting for our parents to come and pick us up.

"Okay. You stay. But if you ever hurt anyone in this pack again, I will throw you into the ocean and let the sharks decide. Understood?" Kai nodded quickly. Then he did something strange. He stepped forward and hugged me. It was awkward. Stiff. Like he had never hugged anyone before. Because he hadn't. I hugged him back. --- Leo spent the day inventorying our supplies. The crash had destroyed most of our tech. The command center was gone. The weapons were buried under rubble. But we had food — fish from the reef, fruit from the trees, fresh water from a spring in the hills. "We can survive here for months," Leo said. "Maybe years. The island is rich. No predators. No Council. Just us."

One of them said. "He is right. I was only betting on ten hours though." Brandon added as he sat down on the stairs and splashed water on his burning skin. "I picked and bought this island because it doesn't come in the usual route of boats and ships means she can't even call for help. If she wants to stay alive, she has to collect her food either by picking berries of fishing in the ocean. There's only one source of fresh water which is two kilometers from here. This is her hell in paradise." I said.

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.

Angelo explained how he first woke up on the island and thought he was the only one who survived and how he turned to the other part of the island in hopes of finding a ship or food. In the end, he found Isabella on top of a coconut tree. He also spoke about how they ate only coconuts and how frustrated it made them feel, how he wanted to go into the forest to hunt but Isabella wouldn't let him, and how he caught two fishes and ended up burning them.

Henry asked, still coughing and trying to catch his breath, "My name is Sharon," the girl retorted, "I live on this island," she said, "How did you get here?" Henry asked, sitting up slowly, and he cough again, "I've always lived here," Sharon said, "My family has owned this land for generation to generations," As Henry looked around, he realized that she was on a small, isolated island, there was nothing else around her but the clear blue sea and a sandy beach, "How did you survive all alone out here?" Henry asked,

We stood there, three people who'd been at each other's throats just days ago, now stranded together in the middle of nowhere. "We need to be smart about this," I said. "Find shelter, fresh water, food. Figure out if we're alone here." "Alone?" Nivia asked nervously. "Islands have wildlife," Justin said. "Could be dangerous without our wolves to protect us." She paled slightly. We were essentially human now - no enhanced strength, speed, or senses. No rapid healing. Just three teenagers on a tropical island. "First things first," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "We need to get out of this sun and find water. Humans can only survive three days without water."

"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

she insisted, pointing to the bottom of the screen. The date was three days ago. The location: Davao City, Philippines. [NAME: UNKNOWN. STATUS: SECURED BY THE MOTHER.] "Isabella," Sabizina whispered. "She didn't die in the ocean. She went back for the others. She’s starting the next phase in the East." Suddenly, the low-output solar array groaned. The kerosene lamp flickered, and the cabin’s primitive alarm system—a series of tripwires connected to a bell—chimed once.

A man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He moved closer to us, his hand clenched around a piece of wood. "Who are you?" His voice was sharp, his eyes daring us to step forward. We stepped back immediately. Azriel held his hands in the air. "There was a plane crash," Azriel started slowly, trying to sound harmless. "We're the only survivors. We've been trapped on this island for over a month now. We mean no harm." The man's expression softened, just slightly. He glanced back at the others, then gestured for us to follow. "Come. You look like you haven't eaten properly in weeks."