Gutenberg Treasure Island Novels & Stories

“Smart choice. I want you to send me all the details of this city’s expansion project. I know you have a top-secret document—a complete version. You call it the ‘Treasure File.’” At the mention of the “Treasure File,” Marcellus’s expression darkened further. A storm brewed in his mind. This document was of the utmost secrecy, known only to a select few. How could outsiders possibly know of its existence? Not only was the kidnapper aware, but they had also made it their direct target, clearly aiming for the Holy Grail!

My eyes soon gazing over the contents inside as I move to read the elegant writing that was of Lucus. To our darling sweet Isabella, While our love for you is bright and unwavering, nothing else compares to your eternal beauty. And while we’re sorry we were not there to properly wake you, please know that tonight will be special. Next to this note, you’ll find a box. Inside the box, you’ll find clues to the start of a game. A buried treasure fit for a Queen. Complete the tasks and be rewarded. Follow correctly and receive an even bigger surprise by the end of tonight.

Treasure takes out her phone and makes a call, completely unfazed by my death glare. "Hey, Ace, what's up?" she says brightly into the phone. There's a pause while Ace probably responds. Then Treasure continues. "Of course I saved your number, Ace. How could I not? You seem like a genuinely nice person, unlike some people I could mention." Another pause. "Quick question: can you get me into Luxury Gardens? I don't have a pass, and apparently security is very strict about these things." She listens to Ace's response, and her smile widens.

he sells not, it seems, as the week’s bestseller sleeps in like a strange touch of odd memory, shifting the day’s dream minerals into a controversial hybrid of taro and guacamole. To scoopout some more island recipe from the greying whole, the interface of muted shreds and bits, is,after boyfriends and girlfriends fail to acknowledge sublime art suspended in street after howling street, the swirling sociology of tropical malaise.

May kung anong pinindot 'to sa maliit na hawak na remote bago may lumabas na larawan sa malaking screen sa harap kaya napatingin ako dun. Isang Isla. "Here ... Island of heart, an Island where the Windsors own it. Island of heart is one of their hideouts. This is not their main hideout. Ang Isla na ito ay nasa dulo ng Luzon kaya naman ay hindi 'to agad na detect ng satellite natin, they have their own signal and that Island is a private property at sobrang higpit ng seguridad nila na kahit ang satellite natin ay hindi agad 'to na detect. Magaling ang hacker nila dahil agad na nalalabanan nito ang pagpasok ni A sa security system wall nila. Malakas ang firewall na gamit nila kaya hindi 'to na

Or even a review or a gem. Love always, Ellen x

replied Jobson. “Oh, I’ve already been there. I just didn’t know that the treasure was there back then. As for why I headed there in the first place, I initially thought that it was Yearning Island. Unfortunately, the island only houses a sect of the Crawford family,” replied Gerald as he pointed at the same island that Jobson had identified earlier. “Oh? How interesting…” muttered Jobson.

Even Adrian got involved. Reasonable. Accidentally. God. Then Elena joined. Fair. Then Peanut. Reasonable honestly. Although Peanut mostly stole clues. God. A valuable contribution. Fair. Very valuable. Reasonable. Then finally— God. After nearly two hours— Fair. They found the treasure. Reasonable honestly. A small wooden box. God. Hidden beneath a bench overlooking the ocean. Fair. The final reward. Reasonable. Then Lily opened it. God. Slowly. Fair. Carefully.

I roll my eyes. Exaggeration much? If she only knew I had held silver with my bare hands and didn’t burn. But I don’t tell her. Some things are better left unsaid. The moment Jasmine disappears, I let out a slow breath and take the chance to admire the place properly. It’s like a hidden sanctuary—a little piece of heaven carved inside a tree—but then my gaze lands on the real treasure. The table.

Orange scribbles, stick figures dancing, and off in one corner, a tall spiky shape with a little star drawn above it. “What’s that part?” I asked, pointing at it. “The ruins.” He looked at me like I was a bit stupid for even asking. “That’s where the treasure is. Duh.” Across the table, Nico snorted into his cup. Down at the far end, Bastian suddenly became very interested in his plate. “Who told you about treasure?” I asked. “Nobody.” Eli stuffed an entire honey cake into his mouth and said around it, “I heared it.”