Nanana Buried Treasure Novels & Stories

I didn’t even know what to believe anymore but I listened anyway. At that moment, it hit me: by the end of the night, the truth was going to rip someone apart in this room. “It is buried beneath his cabin and to get it out it had to be demolished. That’s the treasure that caused a ruckus between him and his wife, leading to her death.” Alvin concluded.

The moonlight falls like silver lace over the stone garden path as I storm out of the negotiation hall. My heels crunch against the gravel, sharp and furious, matching the storm twisting inside me. I shouldn’t have listened. I shouldn’t have followed. But I did. Like the fool I swore I wouldn’t be. I saw him. Ethan. Whispering in the shadows with that tall, broad-shouldered advisor of his. Plotting their great escape. "She doesn’t have to be the one."

Inside one envelope was a printed itinerary. A trip. She was going somewhere. But with who? I flipped the page. Two tickets. And the name on the second? Fernando Gusto. What the hell?

Maru's curiosity wouldn't let the topic die just yet. "Affirmative, Maru. Buried chests that contain valuable gold and other treasures are present overseas. This continent you reside in has been empty of those buried treasure chests you specified for the system to search." Madame Ais replied to Maru. "It seems that the people in other continents are much wealthier than we are." Maru muttered aloud. How could they have so many buried treasure chests undiscovered, yet here it was nowhere to be found. Or maybe there were many buried treasures here before but had already been unburied by treasure hunters, Maru supposed. His mother, Olivia, loved to tell him and his sister about the grand adventu

“We should move before the place gets darker. Morgana said the treasure would be buried inside the heartroot grove.” I turned slowly. “And that would be where exactly?” He pointed to the distance, and my gut clenched. Far ahead, nestled in a nest of trees taller than towers and thick with shadow, was a deep dip in the terrain, where golden mist swirled like a storm held in place. There. Of course. The most cursed-looking place imaginable. “Figures.” I began walking, motioning for the others to follow. “Let’s go before the pretty flowers start eating us.”

His voice dripped with sleaze, and the two men at the door snickered in agreement. Mona spat at the floor. “Dream on. You already blew up the site—you want treasure, go dig up rubble.” Wilbur barked a laugh, eyes glinting. “You think I don’t know your tricks? I saw through that fake-out a mile away. The real treasure’s still out there. You can’t fool me.” “I’m telling you, Arnold blew it sky-high. Whatever was there is buried under tons of dirt. That’s all I know!” Mona said sharply, all while calculating her chance of escape.

They were true. " Yes I did this all. I am the one who stealed the treasure. " He said while sighing. " Fredrick......." Nayana eyes filled with tears. He admitted the crime, but she couldn't let him go and so she begged on her knees. " Amy please let him. He will return the treasure he stole. So please let him go this time. " Nayana begged. " Nayana , why are you begging for him?" Jake roared as he saw her begging for him.

I'm proud of you. Warm blood dropped from between my fingers from how tightly I was clenching my fist, but I slowly raised my hand typing in the password. 310693 My sister's birthday. After typing the password I looked up at Donatello noticing him flinch from the fury in my gaze. "Bluestone Cemetery, the burial stone with the number 885, that is where the treasure lies. Buried there is the greatest treasure of the Morano family in a secured safe chest, once you possess it, the position of mafia king all over the world goes to you."

I told you that Laura can be taken to the mortuary now, he did instruct the mortuary attendants to do so since they were outside already. I wept bitterly as I saw them carry my treasure away. It was such a pain that have never experience. I don't wish such to happen even to a worst enemy.

Lilac continued, "He has killed more people you could count on your fingers, werewolves and man alike. You wouldn't have been an exception, Nanny if not for something else." Ollie wanted to recoil but she couldn't find in her to be scared of a fifteen-year-old, werewolf or not. She opted for an awkward laugh, as if, Lilac just told her a harmless joke when it was entirely intended to harm. She sighed and moved to stand up. It was about time she stopped thinking deeply over this. She wasn't a deep thinker nor was she a risk-taker. She just did what she had to do.