One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure Novels & Stories

“Pick one of those antiques, and we’ll call it even. Or don’t, and I won’t be so friendly next time.” Jean’s temper flared. “You think I’m an idiot? Anyone could see that pile is trash! Do you believe I won’t call someone to tear this place apart?” She wasn’t blind—anything valuable in Treasure Hall was locked in glass cases, while this pile was clearly just junk. Dominic was really trying to settle her two million dollars with garbage. Dominic, unfazed, sneered. “As if I’d let you threaten me. Go ahead, call whoever you want!”

"Your father regarded that book as a treasure before he was alive. If I hadn't secretly taken it away while he was muddle-headed, I wouldn't have had the chance to touch it. You don’t understand it because you have yet to decrypt it. However, I’m sure there is a big secret within.” "It's a great treasure again, isn't it? I'm tired of hearing it, Mom. I have a great treasure in front of me now. It’s more important to keep that safe." Ralph grabbed a handful of nuts and looked at them. "Mom, you are a woman too. What does it mean when a woman treats you well one time but terribly the next?" He asked with doubt.

They dare to do anything to the treasure, he vowed to let them live worse than death. Now on the main road, people only see a bunch of super cars running on the road at extremely fast speeds, passersby can't help but gawk at a bunch of these super cars. His car took the lead, not knowing how many red lights he had passed, and finally turned into a narrow alley. But what stands out in this alley is the abandoned yellow mansion and that's where the treasure he's being captured. - Bastard, you dare to call to tell people? Brittany Snow rolled her eyes furiously, fidgeting with her newly purchased paper cutter.

The man said. “There are no treasures there that are worth any gold there. Our tribe has no jewels and precious materials for you to plunder.” John adds. “Oh but the treasure we seek is not something we pocket. It is something we need to see!” the man yells and there is another arrow that flies thru. It almost hits Ingrid but William manages to catch it before it hits her.

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?

“Mr. Wilborne” “Treasure, what are you doing here? I never thought that you will do this kind of work, if I have known I would had offered you some money” “ Eww, that is gross Mr. Willborne I don’t do this kind of work, I clean the rooms. For you to even think that I will do this, and also offer me money you are despicable” I said walking pass him, before I could leave out “Treasure, please don’t tell anyone about this especially Alana”

He said biting his lip like that was quite hard for him to say although the seriousness in his eyes was clear and Claude completely understood. “I’m sorry Eric, I’m just confused.” She said, looking down guiltily. After a few long seconds, Eric sighed, “It’s alright, I understand.” The treasure hunt ended an hour later and everyone gathered together, both tired and exhausted. The hunt was basically for envelopes which each contained a number. The actual treasure was with the instructors and they were also numbered. So whatever number you pick up determines your treasure. Eric and Claude found just two envelopes and they gave them to the instructor who gave them a book and a mug that said, ‘B

where was that thing? Vivian reached into the pockets of the two men. "Ah here it is!" It's a good thing they weren't lying, people who go to strange places to have fun usually have quite a lot of money Vivian put the money in her pocket and took the other man's money. After she was done, she threw the wallet into the trashcan and patted her shirt as it was dirty from sitting on the ground. "Okee now that's I'm done, I'll just gonna... AAAAAAAA HELP."

“And the body?” “He took a landmine to the face. I don’t know, Aleksei. Figure it out. Have Jerry do it. The kid loves making up stories.” Chuckling, he took out a cigarette and lit one for himself. “It really does stink out here.” “It’s amazing what you find in people’s garbage. Dirty secrets that they would throw in the trash thinking that it’s safe.” I stomped out my lite. “Finish that and let’s go. I need a new shirt before I pick up Rosaria.”

He just leaned back in his chair with his elbows on the armrests, staring at the folder. He knew these men weren't amateurs. They were the best in the business, the kind of people who could find someone even if they were buried under a new identity on the other side of the world. If they said there was nothing, it meant they had already torn apart every corner of the earth trying. The second man opened the briefcase and pulled out a single photo, creased at the edges from years of handling. He placed it carefully on the desk in front of Norman.