Precious Treasure Novels & Stories

Little treasure hurriedly chimed in; with everything else, she was generous and didn’t care who took credit, but her daddy’s praise and affection, she wouldn’t give up for anyone, not even big treasure! “Yes, daddy’s little treasure is the best.”

PRECIOUS I looked across everyone's faces, catching a glimpse of their confused faces before the word finally sank in. Wait. "Rare?" The single word rolled out of my tongue effortlessly. It seemed like snow which melted suddenly on the ground as everyone's mouth hung low, their lips slowly reciting the word. "Yes, Rare. Your name is Precious babe, and precious means something rare so I picked the two together and I came up with the name." He smiled, flashing his teeth at all of us.

While the others around her couldn't believe her words and chided her, "hehe, how's that even possible. They were maybe the imitated ones." "Yes. We all know we should buy the whole set to purchase the jewelry from Jewel's Treasure. And it would cost a few hundreds of million dollars." "Gosh! Why can't you be meticulous like me? Did you notice the necklace and ring on her, they were perfectly the same with the set." "I agree, I've been eyeing this for a while, but since I didn't have the high funds with me, It got delayed. But they weren't fake!" The Jewel's Treasure was widely famous because it was specifically designed using intricate patterns embedded with rarest sapphire diamonds.

The Potter Mansion had always been mysterious because the hosts never entertained outsiders. And now? A glimpse of the family's wealth was enough to blow up minds. The hall was not only spacious, but everything in it, even a simple teacup, was priceless. Antique ornaments were casually displayed around the room. The luxury was understated but elegant all the same. Any one of these items could be considered a rare treasure. Everyone in the group was stunned. Jeffrey, however, was focused solely on finding the treasure. He turned to Juan and asked, "Are you sure the treasure is hidden in this house?"

I take in a deep breath, lift the lid with a creak and gasp when I see the contents. My heart breaks into a sprint as I look down at the breathtaking, twinkling, diamond tennis necklace with a single diamond hanging from the centre, paired with two stunning drop-down diamond earrings. I tentatively trace my fingers over the jewels, at a complete loss for words. Never in my life have I ever seen or held something so beautiful.

Still, an ache tightened in her chest as she realized she might never see this mesmerizing stranger again. But her heart leaped as she noticed the relaxed figure that had been sprawled across the cushions suddenly shift and stride toward her, his movements slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched as he stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel warmth radiating from him. "This gem..." His low, velvety voice sent a thrill down her spine as his words reverberated between them. She barely had time to register his presence beside her ear, feeling his breath brush her skin, "...is the most precious in existence, a diamond, unparalleled." His voice, a mix of admiration and something

"She spent all the pack's reserves on those faulty engines. She’s desperate now." He leaned in closer, his breath smelling like the sharp grain of the whiskey. He said she traded the "Heart of the Pack", a famous moonstone treasure, to get cash. My eyes widened in genuine shock. That stone was the soul of our people, a relic that was never supposed to leave the vault.

I squeaked, “please tell me you didn’t steal that from a crypt.” “It is not from a crypt.” “Does it belong to a dead queen?” “No.” “Does it belong to you?” “In a manner of speaking.” “Is it haunted?!” “No.” “Is it magical?!” “No.” “Are you SURE it won’t summon something?!” “Yes.” “Then WHAT is it?” “A ring from my treasury,” he said simply. “Of high value, but with no significance beyond its gold.” I blinked. “You… have a treasury?” “Yes.”

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.

Erin replied evenly. "What was it?" James asked, somewhat curious. Still, he presumed it to be jewelry, since women loved their necklaces, bracelets, and the like. "It's nothing," Erin replied. "It's nothing? What is it?" James pressed. "I need a shower," Erin said and headed straight to the bathroom. James chuckled. "Is everything alright here? We just got married and we're already splitting our wealth? What's so valuable that you can't show me?" "It's a priceless treasure. I'm not giving it to you just like that." Erin flashed a mysterious smile at him and left the bedroom.