Everyone Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

- I warn him. He smiles mischievously, blowing me a kiss. I shake my head and look for the corner where the murmur is coming from. A dozen small golden chests rest on a table. Among them there is one that simply stands out. It’s carved in wood and is the smallest of them all. The closer I get, the more the murmurs intensifies. I frown. It is as if dozens of voices whispered at the same time with words I can’t decipher.

This'll be a rough ride, but we'll do it as a team. The room fell silent once again, the weight of their responsibilities hanging heavy in the air. “I’ve got something that might come in handy for our journey,” Theophile announced, pointing to a massive, fancy-looking chest in the corner. “It’s been in my family for ages, and I reckon it’s packed with some really potent artifacts.” My eyes widened with interest, and Alpha Matthew leaned forward in his seat. “What artifacts?” he asked eagerly.

I order Luka. He walks around, and then eventually settles on a medium sized dark teddy bear, and heart shaped chocolates. “You'll need a card too,” “And what else? A land deed?” I sarcastically ask, “Sometimes, women don't always love the grand gestures. Sure, they love expensive jewelry, and the sorts,” he says, picking up a card, “it's just that they also love the little things that make them feel seen. For example, teddy bears, chocolates, and cards.” he shoves them in my face.

"Excuse me?" "You keep staring at my breasts." I adjusted the neckline of my dress, which only seemed to draw his attention back to them. "What is it with men and tits anyway? They're just fat deposits with nipples. Nothing special." "Is that what you think?" "Well, aren't they? I mean, half the population has them. They're literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, I*******m." I waved my hand dismissively. "Yet men act like they've discovered buried treasure every time they see a pair."

Mary interrupted saying, "But guys are always staring at the girls with big titties and lots of cleavage. The big busted girls are always complaining that guys don't look them in the eyes but look at their chests." "Mary, not all guys are like that. Most of us would rather play with a titty in each hand and not the big sized ones that take both hands to hold just one. The big busted girls, as you put it, exaggerate the facts about guys looking at their chests so they can make girls with small manageable titties feel bad. I really love your titties and anytime you want them massaged, just let me know." I said with a broad smile on my face.

Barbun called out, seeing Rex and Minet a little shaken up, glaring at Minet while saying his warning. “Luckily for me, I will not have any need to be in there after tonight then” Minet replied softly, smiling weakly. Coming to stand next to Barbun, Rex saw there was a line-up of large chests all with lids open, ready for inspection, full to the top with gold coins, “How are you going to transport that many chests?” he asked, counting more than would fit in a wagon.

Havermouth, Present Time Raiding the MegaStore was a brief period of light-hearted fun that they all needed Aislen thought as they raced each other through the aisles of the store with their oversized shopping trolleys, tossing in anything that caught their eyes, from sleeping bags and memory-foam pillows, to oversized bags of snack-sized chocolate and slabs of soft drink. “Heath’s going to hate these,” Cameron said as he picked through the denim, tossing jeans into his trolley. “But there isn’t exactly a large range. Huge quantity in every size and color, but it’s all the same basic design.”

However, even so, it still couldn’t conceal his handsome and refreshing look. At one glance, he looked as gentle as a boy-next-door. “Xyla, Stanley, hello…” Josh said softly. “Hello,” Xyla said. When Josh saw all the stuff on the coffee table and sofa, he immediately looked at Sharon. “Did you purchase the entire mall?” With that, Josh walked over to a single sofa that was stacked with boxes. He carefully examined the pile of boxes. “Why are these all for women? Isn’t there any stuff for men? Didn’t you buy anything for Dad?”

Tried to look narrow to him and keeping an eye to the mad doctor. He was walking, going to the wall and stopped in front of the portrait. Twisting it open and there, a gold treasure box came out. he turned around looking back at me as an eerie smile crept through his face. “Ahhhh,” he breathed loud and smiled victoriously. He eyed on the treasure box. “This,” pertaining to the chest. “Will make you hate the people you love and curse them to death. You may hate me, but I don’t care. I give zero fucks about what people say,” he said while giving me a half shrug.

“Every minute someone new appears.” “A guy just came out claiming Annalise helped him pick tomatoes and that’s when they fell in love.” “The next person is going to claim they’re married through telepathy.” “Twenty-four husbands now.” “Twenty-five.” “Twenty-six.” “Can someone call the authorities? I think we’ve discovered the world’s largest marriage network.” But others weren’t amused. “These people are shameless!” “Everybody suddenly wants to be related to a rich heiress. Look at them crawling out of nowhere.”