Another Man's Treasure Book Novels & Stories

His blue eyes searched mine as if he wanted to make sure every word entered my head properly. “You should look at me,” he said. “You should only stare at me. There is no one here but me because whether you understand it now or not, you are the only treasure I have.” I was left completely speechless. I could only stare at him as my heartbeat pounded harder inside my chest. Treasure? What in the world was Reign trying to say?

That day when we saw each other inside that stall but he automatically look away and ignored my whole existence. I skim through the pages and like the usual, I ignore some leaf pages and messages of the Author. I flip directly towards the first part of the book and saw a very eye-catching phrase. “Hidden Treasure.” I whispered and started reading the few paragraphs under that title. *** Once upon a time, there was a man named Jack Gilbert, who was not related to me—unfortunately for me. Jack Gilbert was a great poet, but if you’ve never heard of him, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. He never much cared about being known. But I knew about him, and I loved him dearly from a respectfu

I believed every word he told me; opened my heart to him and he crushed it in his hands. “What? Girl don’t toss out the gifts! At the very least resell them. The man gave you diamonds! You could get big money from those gifts, which you can then put towards yourself and your family. Don’t stab yourself in the chest just to reach the person behind you,” she admonishes. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. The point is, by all means, get rid of those things if you want to remove all traces of him, but you might as well get something out of it.”

Emm exhaled as though she was carrying a heavy burden “Big treasure said that if godfather cannot keep secret, then we will look for another helper.” “Mwwaaa….” Neil circled around his face with an exaggerated expression of disbelief “Helper???” “Of course…” Emm blinked innocently before raising her chin like a proud peacock “We, treasures and eldest brother are the main characters.” “How come?” Neil pouted childishly while Marcus sat back with his hands behind his head in a leisurely manner with a big grin, feeling very pleased with himself. It was not in vain that he doted on his treasures.

Although I doubt it will be needed, now that you're safe with your pack. This was all I could give to you. I hope that you stay happy and that my s- Treasure is happy as well.’ I saw the cancellation before Treasure's name. Despite his attempt to make it disappear, I clearly saw the word he was intending to write. ‘My son’. My eyes slipped close as I pushed the piece of paper to my chest. I let the tears slip down. Leo, the cold-faced man I met. The protective brother. The silent companion. My friend.

So he saw the bodyguards standing next to the treasure display cabinets, quickly put infrared glasses on their eyes, and opened the display cabinets to take all the precious treasures into their bags and take them out of the gallery. All their actions were swift. While the lights went out, all the treasures that had followed them disappeared. Uri watched impatiently as the man carried the bag containing the ancient golden book; he couldn't let him take it. "You should stand here. When the museum has electricity, go home immediately." Uri whispered in Anthea's ear. "How about you?" She held onto his hand, worried.

“Money isn’t the powerful resource in this world, that book you hold have things that people would slaughter others for,” “Oh really, so what page do we see the gold?” he taunted flipping the page, his friend behind chuckled. I frowned, keeping quiet, it was clear he was messing with me. “Why are you silent? Speak up, I want to know what valuable treasures lie in a stupid book.” “You wouldn’t know the value if it slapped you in the face.” I snapped at him, the moon light illuminating a scar on his face I hadn’t seen before and that’s when I realized the forest trees were thinning.

She couldn’t let their hands get on it–the treasure that was meant to help people and not satisfy their greedy asses. Then she heard the call ended, while she was left staring at the atmosphere with her sharp eyes. Lawrence immediately grabbed his phone from her hand. “We could’ve looked for it together, sweetie.” Lawrence remarked. If Primo didn’t come into the picture, he might have convinced this woman to be on their side. They could’ve looked for the treasure together. Well, it was not like it was a problem, though. “Well, you should bid your farewell to this gentleman here, sweetie.” He stated as he motioned his hand toward Primo’s direction whose darkened face didn’t even leave.

The cover was soft from use, the edges frayed, the kind of object someone returned to over and over again. A quick glance told me it was filled with neat, controlled handwriting, but I didn’t linger. Whatever was written in there, it wasn’t mine to claim. Instead, I slid my velvet diamond box inside, the weight of half a billion dollars clicking into place against a dead woman’s secrets. The door shut with a hiss, sealing both treasures in the dark. When I stepped back into the lounge, the manager was seated with Tessa at a glass table, sipping coffee like this was a social club instead of a vault for the world’s richest.