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Liya asked excitedly. "Of course, it is priceless, and there are a lot of people out there searching for it. If you get hold of the treasure, then you don't have to worry about making a living anymore. You can even be among the richest," Letty said in an exaggerated manner, driving Liya even crazier. "Where is this treasure now? How can I get it?" Liya asked in a hurry as she grabbed Letty's arm.

"And the Rossi Group pays very well. Now, move away from that stone. That treasure belongs to me and your mother, Maya." ​Is the treasure under the ice a way to save the school, or is it a secret that will destroy Maya and her friends forever?

he added with a mischievous smirk, “you won’t even have to try hard. You already have a killer body and a drop-dead gorgeous face. Boys would sacrifice their phone chargers to date you.” That made me laugh even harder. “Wow. The irony. Your uncle literally just warned me to be careful with boys, and here you are, cheering me on to collect hearts like Pokémon cards.” Treasure shrugged playfully. “What can I say? I believe in your power.” We walked slowly through the garden path behind the greenhouse, crushed petals releasing subtle floral notes beneath our shoes. “So,” he began again, hands tucked into his pockets, “where’d you learn to dance like that? Not that you’re some pro or anything—”

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.

I stood up from the wooden chair not before gulping another glass of tequila that burnt my throat and walked around the club. I walked deeper to a place where no one was passing but there where different rooms by the side like an hotel. "It's boring,no hidden treasure, nothing." "Go into the last room,I have a feeling a treasure is inside but I'm not sure what the treasure is." "Yeah, right, I'm sure we will find a box of large gold there."I said sacastically to her. " Just go in and shut up." " Alright, alright." I shut out connection and walked into the door, slowly creeping in. The sound of moans which include both a male and a female voice filled my ear and my wolf screamed out the last

"The Heart of the Sea, Trapped in time, I'll sing you back to me, Love of mine... Below the surface, Lie the answers you seek, Turn your stare to the water, Call on your soul to see..."

It’s like she complains just for the sake of complaining. I prepare the bottle Monty requested, placing it at the end of the bar, then happily work on serving the customers and filling drink orders. As I work on mixing another drink, the lights darken further, and the spotlight hits the stage at the far end of the room. I smile wide, turning my attention to the stage just like the other patrons, as my friend takes centre stage. Her ivory skin looks luminescent under the spotlight, the diamond earrings and clips in her radiant blonde hair refract in the light making them twinkle like a thousand rainbows as she steps up to the microphone. Her ruby red lips capture the attention of every man in

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

Let's focus on good music, good food, fabulous you and me, time. The tension that had hung between them began to dissolve like sugar in tea. Treasure found herself leaning closer, captivated not just by his words but by the way his eyes sparkled with passion. Just as she was about to reveal she had stolen his family’s money, she was a thief, a cold-hearted thief. But right then, she was about to tell him what she had kept hidden. Jake reached across the table, his hand brushing against her, and she felt a spark that ignited something deep within her.

Somehow, it made putting Treasure to bed all the more easier. I laid beside him, lightly patting his back as I crooned a lullaby. From the waning breaths and closed eyes, I could tell he was drifting off. I stopped after a while, treasuring the silence that came with his soft breaths. “Mommy?” Treasure's voice suddenly spoke. I could hear the drowsiness in his voice. I hummed in response. “I miss daddy.'' Those simple three words chipped a part of me, my heart hurting from the ache.