Gutenberg Treasure Island Novels & Stories

He said now he gets to see and experience what she had describes in her book. "You read it?" "Yeah I have full collection of your books." " Even children's book?" She said smiling there's no way he knows that, because she wrote it in another pen name. "You write children's bookfs?" He was really surprised. But their conversation halted when the boat's machine stop. But through impact of the speed it still running and Ruby guide the boat to the path she plans. They spend an hour or two try to manuever the boat to stay with in their path to the island.as the boat stop in the sand near the shore of the island. Ruby send a signal to rescue them. She gets down to the boat to asses the situation.

It should be! Should I open it? Should I? Or should I change my clothes first? Nevermind. I should open it now. I'm so excited! I always read about mystery and some of them is detective stories and there will be always about treasure chest! I read some of it. They were in an island and there was a game about finding treasures. On the way they solved many cases before actually finding the 'real' treasure but when they arrive, there were poisons surrounding the area ended up the people who organize the game was thieves who wants to take the treasure that is left by the owner of the island!

However, he didn't find it boring, on the contrary, there was an indescribable complex feeling in his heart. Whether doing something was boring or not, it didn't depend on the thing itself, but on who you were doing it with. After digging for quite a while, a copper box appeared before them. Isabella laughed, "Finally, I've dug you up." "What?" Seeing Isabella's excited demeanor, Quinn couldn't help but feel a bit curious. "Sweetheart." Isabella carefully opened the box, and inside was another smaller wooden box. After unwrapping layer upon layer, Isabella pulled out a ring, "You see, this is the treasure I brought you here to find today."

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

"Imagine a warm yellow, bright and cheerful like your smile." A smile tugged at her lips despite her internal turmoil. Jake's enthusiasm was contagious, and soon her laughter erupted, filling the space once occupied by dread. They began to form a rhythm, moving in sync like clockwork. Day after day, working and chatting, they unwound the threads of their separate lives, weaving a connection that began to transcend mere physical proximity. Yet, as the days melted into weeks with Jake not being around. Treasure felt the uncertainty simmered beneath the surface. Treasure, had uncovered a chest filled with troves of money. Hidden beneath the basement floorboards, a chest filled with beautiful gr

All his attention stayed on me. “You are safe now my treasure,” he said in that low rough voice. His thumb pressed deeper into the plush flesh of my belly and I shivered. “I burned the old hoard for us. I never want to look back. That cave was just stone and gold. You are my home now.” I swallowed hard. The memory of the flames swallowing his centuries of treasure still made my chest tight. He had given up everything for my soft chubby body and I still did not know if I could stay.

He doesn't need your protection. My wolf settled into a cold, hard knot the moment she mentioned Chloe. I picked up my fork and focused on the elk. 'Collins, did you like the tribute I sent to your manor?' Isabella asked, changing the subject. I laughed. 'Of course! But where did you even find so many embarrassing archives of my yearling years?' Isabella had gifted me a massive digital album filled with every awkward growth-phase of my life. 'I have my scouts,' she winked.