Treasure Island Cover Novels & Stories

Those are my treasure that I carry until now. I arrange the clothes I brought and I was about to leave when a book caught my eyes. I slowly walked towards it and its in my old table. I slowly lift up the book and read what is written in it. "Eakhopezia Quiviel Empire." It's an old book that has a blue and gold cover then a seal is put in it and I don't know what seal is that, it's a circle that has a castle in it and a bird then sword. I wonder what book is this, I didn't see this book when I spent my time here and my parents didn't tell me that they had a book like this.

The cover really surprised me because it was only one golden embedded word written on it and that scared the heavens out of me. The cover spelled out, 'DANGER'.

The next morning, the pirates had already woken up. Igor was orienting himself using the compass and the map. To reach the other islands rich in treasure would take a long time, months and months. Two days passed. The pirates were all bare-chested, as it was very hot. Igor had tied a scarf around his head, had an earring in his left ear, was bare-chested, showing off his two tattoos. He had two tattoos, a scorpion tattoo on the right side of his abdomen and another huge Triquetran tattoo on the left side of his shoulder blade. Kataleya could barely take her eyes off him, she appreciated his tattoos, his fair skin, half pink in the sun, his thin lips, his black eyes and his smile. She liked s

*** A week later The day of the convention arrived, and Regina, adorned in her red gown and diamond choker, joined Jack in his black limousine waiting for them outside. Jack couldn't keep his eyes off her all through the ride, her breasts were popping through the dress and the gown clung to her like a second skin, highlighting her delicate feminine curves. As they came down from the limo and walked unto the red carpet, the photographers froze for a minute and then they started cheering. " Jack, here!!" One if the photographers said as they all took pictures of them.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

This thing is ridiculously huge and heavy, it would be impossible to read it whilst standing. The entire cover is decorated with raised and embossed vines and leaves and the tarnished, gold gilded surface reflects the lamplight up at the ceiling. There are gems and stones scattered about representing flowers, and more spaced around the edges. My finger comes to rest in an indentation in the upper right hand corner. Something is missing. From the size and shape of the void I can take a pretty good guess at where it went. I have spent so long in his company there is no way I would miss the similarities between the indentation and the Moonstone Hunter wears around his neck.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

Ben whispers, mostly to himself, as he shakes his bundle. “You go first, Isla,” Maddox says, taking Isaac’s bundle from my hands. I smile, tearing open the bundle and looking down at a small, worn book with no title and leather cover. I pull a piece of dried lavender from between the pages, but when I open the book, there is no text inside. “How strange,” I say over the sound of paper ripping and people remarking about their own gifts.

'To: A stór' The card was plain white, folded in half once, and the words inside were just as confusing. 'Treasure belongs together.' Ted made a huffing sound through his nose, "Lots of treasure is buried in the ground or at the bottom of the ocean floor. Are you still sure this is a present and not a bomb?" While Ted was having his fit, all I could hear was the smooth rolling of words coming from a certain grey-eyed man candy, and it was making the impatience in me build as my fingers twitched to unveil it as quickly as possible. I tugged at the ribbon trailing from the bow, the silky nature of it slipping through my hands as the box quickly became undone and I stepped back to allow the sid