Alone On An Island With Seven Gorgeous Women

Chapter 8 I'm Sorry

Word Count: 648 | Released on: 31/03/2022

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k into the cave by as

on the rocks at the entrance of the cave. "I just don't know wha

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row entrance of the cave,

cave with a strange expression. S

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about this animal?" Eliza p

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we are safe for the time being. You all go

women out, and they all quickly fell

re, put the urn next to

tant danger, knowing I could die at any moment. My comrades and I were running low on hope. The

ex-girlfriend mad

with my friend right now, while I w

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said, and sat

ant to sleep

ad. "You saved us

into the bonfire wit

urn everywhere you go? When the plane crashed, there were

nything else. He's my comrade. He's been through a lot

on a cross-country hike together. Together we killed our enemies, and he res

o hold my arm and rested her forehead on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss," she whispered.

ted such an arrogant woman to admit her mis

portant thing right now is that

u," Hazel whispered. "Be careful of Eliza

Before I could ask her anything,

at Eliza had turned over a

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“My best comrade-in-arms died in that nightmare of a battle, and I was discharged from the army. I summoned up the courage to call my girlfriend and tell her of my retirement, but she had even bigger news for me. She was marrying my close friend. I had lost my comrade, my girlfriend, and my friend. I could barely move my limbs and get on the plane that would carry me and the urn that contained the ashes of my comrade. To make matters worse, the woman sitting next to me on the plane started berating me. I was drowning in helplessness and anger. Why did fate keep playing these cruel jokes on me? The plane started to act strangely and then broke down. We went spiraling and crashed into the sea. Seven women and I were the only survivors, and we managed to reach a nearby desert island. These were my companions on this isolated island. Eliza, an attractive Hollywood actress. Rosie, a spunky young lady from a wealthy family. Karin, a mature and elegant married woman. Tracey, a mellow stewardess. Hazel, a wise translator. Anya, a cold and distant intern. And Stella, a righteous and brave policewoman. Some might be driven to despair on this wild and unforgiving island, but I found new strength, responsibility, and bravery within myself. I swore that I, Marlon Becker, would ensure the survival of these beautiful ladies.”