Treasure Going Crazy Novels & Stories

Axel demanded, brushing aside the strange emotions that were causing turmoil within him. "I'll do that right away," Daisy replied, and she made another attempt to stand up. However, Daisy's leg was trapped. She tried to stomp and kick to free herself, but it made no difference. The chaos spread, their skin came into contact more intensely, and the sense of imbalance grew.

"So, you've got to tell me, is she often like that? I mean, IN-credible!" "It's not that bad, she only gets that way about every few weeks or so." "Sounds about perfect then," he said with a huge, mischievous grin. I walked back out, headed to the kitchen, looking for a lot of water, and a little snack. "You up to something?" "Well, now that you've been here, you know what I'm up against. There are just so many things I'd like to do to the place." "It's a diamond in the rough. Hope Diamond, maybe."

Claire huffed in annoyance and continued, “Congratulations for activating the hidden treasure chest in the game, you will get a random gift. To open the treasure chest, please press one, and to give up the treasure chest, please press two.” Charlie blurted out, “One!” Claire imitated the squeaking sound of the rotating lottery turntable for a while and then said, “Congratulations, dear, you get a random gift—downgrade one level! The gift will take effect immediately!” Charlie shrieked in shock, “No! No! I don’t want the gift!” Claire chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, dear, the rule of the random treasure chest is that once opened, it cannot be returned!”

"In fact, it isn't necessary to get Old Madam's approval. We just have to get hold of the treasure. Vivian can't recognize anyone anymore. So, this is our best chance. Finders keepers. Not many people know about the treasure, not even Madam Marissa or Mr. Trevor. You just have to think of a way to get hold of the treasure. Then, who is it to say that you can't keep it as your own?" Letty persuaded. She noticed that Liya was a little dejected, and her persuasion made Liya nod in agreement.

After Severin thought for a while, he said, "It seems that the treasure is not simply attained. Could it be a fourth-grade spiritual herb? Otherwise, you know that the spiritual beast is so powerful, and you still want to grab it… must be a little silly." Unexpectedly, Stephanie smiled and said, "That treasure is not a fourth-grade spiritual herb, but a fifth-grade spiritual fruit!"

Ruby angrily said, “Don’t you dare mention Zayn! Just the mention of his name infuriates me! A Magpie’s Treasure Nest worth 4.6 million dollars went up in smoke just like that! Yes, I may have been the one who broke that piece of treasure, but if he hadn’t brought it to the hotel, if he had brought it home immediately and told us about it honestly, would I have broken it? That deadbeat really is good for nothing!”

If they really were all trash, then how could they have gotten any treasures? Yet, the moment he said that Ethan started to laugh in a very exaggerated manner. He turned to coldly look at Nash, "You only got two treasures, how did you even have the face to say that? Have you ever gotten any golden treasures? You haven't gotten a single one! "White Marsh Continent has gotten two golden treasures, one bronze treasure, and three black treasures! Hestia Continent only has two treasures in total and not a single golden one. You're actually saying you're not trash?

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

The class is full already and immediately they took their seats, November stood. "Where are you going?" Dahlia and Monique asked at a time. They're both sitting beside her. "They destroyed my handbook yesterday" she replied and climbed the table. She jumped down in front of it and walked to the two, chewing gum gingerly. Her hands are in her big crazy jean pockets, she's not wearing a cap today. 👥 What's she gonna do again? 👥 She's going to Bora and Poppy 👥 She's surely a lover of trouble

Children run between the adults, their Sunday best already wrinkled from playing. It should feel like home. Instead, it feels like a trap. I scan the room, looking for a safe place to sit. Maybe somewhere in the back where I can disappear into the crowd. But before I can make my escape, a voice cuts through the noise. "Is that Daberechi?" My heart sinks. I try to duck behind a flower arrangement, but it's too late. I've been spotted. "Ah ah! Small Daberechi of yesterday!" Three of my aunties descend on me like hawks, their faces bright with excitement and barely contained gossip. They're all dressed in elaborate traditional outfits – yards of colorful fabric and intricate headwraps that prob