I Am A Treasure Novels & Stories

They wander through the deep, Dark and scary forest Unsure of where exactly they should go They must keep going ‘Cos danger is lurking And slowing down can be fatal Even at the sight of solace Tragedy strikes again We watch our heroine cry As she loses one more treasure -PenaciousShewa

her husband said as he encircled his arms around her waist and in next second they were hugging, passionately. Too say Nayyab was happy with her life would be understatement. She was blessed. She had forgotten and forgiven everything and anyone the moment she realized it was all her fate. She got much luxury than she ever could ask and her husband was a nice and caring man. No she isn't a gold digger but she is thankful for whatever blessings she is receiving for whatever is of her husband is hers as he had said it to her. She remembered that before leaving for their honeymoon his husband called her in their bedroom and gave her a surprise. "Musa I cannot accept it..." she said looking at th

It makes my heart feel so warm. I walk into the big living room of the pack lodge still smiling. "There is my big treasure!" Lydiasa Hawthorne calls out from the big couch. She is watching the big TV and opens her arms. I sit down right next to her and let her hug me. "Who is the little treasure, Grandma? Is it Lucas?" "You are the big treasure, and Lucas is the little one," she laughs. "Then you are the oldest, best treasure," I say, leaning against her arm. We both laugh like little kids.

Ruby angrily said, “Don’t you dare mention Zayn! Just the mention of his name infuriates me! A Magpie’s Treasure Nest worth 4.6 million dollars went up in smoke just like that! Yes, I may have been the one who broke that piece of treasure, but if he hadn’t brought it to the hotel, if he had brought it home immediately and told us about it honestly, would I have broken it? That deadbeat really is good for nothing!”

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

“No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.” She clucked her tongue. “You need to eat more. You’re getting too thin.” I forced a smile, a brittle mask. “I’m fine, Grandma.” But I wasn’t. I was trapped. Trapped by a man who was a monster in a prince’s disguise. Trapped by a secret that could destroy me. I looked around the small store, my home, my life. It was all I had. And I would protect it. I would protect my child. From him.

I feel at ease already with him, he looked like a perfect fatherly figure for me. “Also,” he fixed his seating position. “Who was trapped in my glamour?” Oh, right. He owes me that. “I was.” He looked at me and chuckled lightly. “So, it was you who escaped.” Yeah, it was me. That glamour had such a small opening to escape from. It almost killed me. “Now, before you all go into an adventure, you must all be physically and magically present. Train for now, while I research about the trinket,” he declared and stood up.

Like she wanted me to be impressed because she already was. “What treasure?” I asked, not because I cared, but because it felt impolite not to. She'd been decent to me better than the father-son duo and their twisted games. After that circus, her company didn’t seem so bad. “Depends what you value,” she said, her voice slipping into something silkier. “To some, it’s bottles older than this house. To others, it’s a secret you’re not supposed to find.” She glanced over her shoulder, lips curling just slightly. There was a glint in her eye that made me wonder which one she thought I was here for.

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?

Treasure POV: I'm currently in my room, packing up clothes. We’re in for a busy night ahead. Since the girls are getting ready and will need my help, I'll be staying at the motel for the weekend. To make things more convenient for me, and I really detest being at home. My mother and her boyfriend bring so much drama into my life. During a recent altercation, she accused me of once again trying to seduce her boyfriend, going as far as calling it World War III. Naturally, that jerk exacerbates the situation by pursuing me whenever my mother is absent. There's no way I would give him my attention.