Novel & Cerita Let's Run An Inn On Dungeon Island Novel

This dungeon houses the worst of criminals, not people who don’t want to be mated to monsters. I guess rejecting that man hurt his fragile ego, and now I’m being kept like a criminal. It doesn’t surprise me, though, and if he thinks this would make me change my mind, he’s in for a surprise—a rude awakening. “Vesta…” Uncle Callum called again, but I chose that moment to focus on the very high, bland ceiling. I wonder how criminals survive here; I guess I’m about to find out.

ariel:- that really beautiful story but what happens if she spends time with a male angle and forgets about you. old man:- I think that someone going to die with my hand. ariel:- sorry can you tell me about the dungeon before you kill me, I want to know. old man:- you stubborn kid, ok I tell you to listen, their only one dungeon exists here, which is very dangerous as you might know, 5 thousand people killed by it. ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide.

Jameck, seeing that he was left alone on the hill, and knowing that there was a creepy dark cave behind him, had no choice but to run after them. When Ishida arrived at the ruins, he saw that there was an enormous ship docked off the island. Medietan soldiers marched down their drawbridges and onto the island in long, single-file lines. “Stop, stop! What are you doing here? This is my house!” the hunchback bellowed as a soldier entered the ruinous building that he was standing in. The intruders stamped out the old man’s fire and snatched all the roasted fish. “Halt! Stop it!” the man pushed one of the soldiers aside.

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck. He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut. Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for the while but forever was a big ask.

Then, I felt a strong hand grasp my arm, pulling me upwards. "Are you okay?!" Dawzon asked, his voice a mix of concern and urgency. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief. The island, with its hidden secrets and unexpected encounters, was slowly revealing its true nature. And I, with my heart full of hope and fear, was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Sure, I had known about it for months now but now that it had happened, everything held a new meaning. I trotted in the woods for fifteen minutes when I came upon the outhouse stationed near the Southern border of the territory and I knew the correct thing to do to get rid of my restlessness. It would be morbid to think to have a dungeon in the 21st century but that's exactly where I had landed while having my run. It was a small outhouse that looked pretty downtrodden and bereft. The steps to the basement lead to the prison cells where all the rogues were kept in custody.

The music halts and Dominic holds my hand tightly in his, his voice barely a whisper his eyes move around the beach mansion. “Bella, I need you to listen to me well” he turns his head to me, “In a few minutes or seconds, something will happen on this island, I want you to grab your shoes and walk in the direction of the office, there is a single green book on war, pull it Ike a lever, a door will open” he holds my hands in his turning me to him, his eyes daunting and serious “Don’t slow down and don’t allow any guard to follow you, it will lead to an underground tunnel which will take you straight to the yacht, hopefully, I will catch up with you he leaves a kiss on my cheek

Chapter 7: The Power Struggle Isla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.

Chapter 78 || SANCIA'S POV || I could feel the sun beating down on me as I stepped onto the rocky shore of the pirates' island. The heat was oppressive, but it wasn’t nearly as heavy as the dread settling in my chest. The island was nothing like I’d imagined—a jagged landscape of sharp rocks and windswept cliffs, with a few shabby wooden huts scattered near the center. The air smelled of salt and decay, a stark reminder of how isolated this place was from civilization.