I Am A Treasure Novels & Stories

He will listen if he hears money. "Now I understand," he thought. "The flower. It's the treasure itself. It's not the pile of gold or a variety of jewelry but the flower. The flower is the treasure." I knew it. "Hurry up in there!" He demands drastically from Mordecai, who is trying to remove the glass case from the column. "I want my treasure!" I hear a screeching sound of a cutting tool. Oh my god! Eddie is going to destroy it. "Eddie, no! Mordecai, stop what are you doing!" I yell at him.

His scorn could shatter me into a million jagged pieces. I grind my teeth in aggravation. I haven't been in his company for more than two minutes, and already my buzz has disappeared. I have no idea why he calls me "princess." I may be Enzo Valentini's youngest daughter, but I'm no pampered mafia princess by any stretch of the imagination. I don't live at the compound. I hold a job. And I don't take money from my parents. I suspect that he does it to piss me off, which makes no sense.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

I said to my men, I come back here every night in the desert to look for treasure, maybe there is more. The cousin,my cousin is really cute if it's Nek, the monkey is quiet now, seven years have passed and I haven't heard from him. For me, it's treasure hunting, you'll get richer, but it's still not enough, not enough, not enough Zak! "It should be dead but the w*ed is still there, it's really only three pears, not all of them! Where did you hide the other treasure?" I said then grind my teeth while asking my staff to noud who are still looking for those coins that are the size of the value.

'To: A stór' The card was plain white, folded in half once, and the words inside were just as confusing. 'Treasure belongs together.' Ted made a huffing sound through his nose, "Lots of treasure is buried in the ground or at the bottom of the ocean floor. Are you still sure this is a present and not a bomb?" While Ted was having his fit, all I could hear was the smooth rolling of words coming from a certain grey-eyed man candy, and it was making the impatience in me build as my fingers twitched to unveil it as quickly as possible. I tugged at the ribbon trailing from the bow, the silky nature of it slipping through my hands as the box quickly became undone and I stepped back to allow the sid

She smiled as she saw that another crystal had been added to the wallet and five pills were waiting for her in another jade bottle. She didn’t leave immediately after getting her reward but took a visit to the treasury hall. There was a map in the shelf and after looking at its attribute she found out that it was a treasure map. The map could show where different kinds of treasures were and it was limited to the level of the mall.

"In fact, it isn't necessary to get Old Madam's approval. We just have to get hold of the treasure. Vivian can't recognize anyone anymore. So, this is our best chance. Finders keepers. Not many people know about the treasure, not even Madam Marissa or Mr. Trevor. You just have to think of a way to get hold of the treasure. Then, who is it to say that you can't keep it as your own?" Letty persuaded. She noticed that Liya was a little dejected, and her persuasion made Liya nod in agreement.

I grab one of the small tester vials I keep from when I go to the mall, spray that instead and step out into my room. I sit on the edge of the bed as I strap on my white platform wedges, then get up, grab my jewellery box from off the kitchen counter – curses of a tiny apartment – and search for my gold heart-shaped locket. It’s one of my favourites and I think would go beautifully with this dress, but as I rummage around, I can’t seem to find it. I do a quick search around, even checking under the bed and under the carpets, but I can’t seem to find it. I look over at Ily, sitting on the couch, grooming herself. “Ily, have you been playing with my jewellery?” I accuse her. She looks over at

Luka stopped chewing his protein bar in the back row. Treasure burst into a loud, ringing laugh that instantly broke the sudden tension. "No, actually, I do not. I eat and drink the exact same food you do. I just prefer my steak cooked significantly bloodier than normal." I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "Is it alright if I ask a question in return?" Treasure asked, her eyes dancing with sudden mischief. "Sure," I said excitedly, leaning closer. "Ask away." Treasure leaned over the headrest, her voice dropping to a sharp, clear whisper that echoed perfectly through the quiet car. "How does it feel to take a dick up the butt?"

It was the reason why I kept showing off the jewelry that Justin gave me on my social media account. "Let's have a chat at that cafe." I wasn't sure why, but I ended up following the man to the cafe. He made an offer that I couldn't refuse. The amount of money involved would be enough for me to live a life of luxury and comfort for the rest of my days. Instead of depending on something as fickle as love, I thought that it was better for me to control my own wealth with my own hands. I swallowed and made my decision. "Okay."