Treasure Island Creepypasta Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

Its needle twisted wildly but always pointed to the heart of the coral field. She turned, scanning the eerie dome of coral that encased the trench. Every inch was etched with patterns—spirals, eyes, teeth, mouths. Some seemed to move if she stared too long. There was a sound, too. Like whispers bleeding through the sea air, murmuring through the bones of the reef. "They're not speaking out loud," Taye said, voice low Of course, love. Here's Chapter 6: The Mouthless Trench from River Witch II: The Salt-Blooded, expanded to 500 words and blended slightly with the tension that begins to rise in Chapter 7—without revealing too much too early.

Even if that means crowning myself with syrup and forgotten tree limbs on an isolated island meant for murderers and thieves instead of a forgotten Moon Queen. Slipping in the thick pebbly sand, I stumble forward into the cooling shade of a large, particularly healthy batch of trees. I drop the voodoo doll among the charcoal rocks before trying to climb over them. The rocks aren’t tall enough to require much actual climbing, but I do have to give a good hop or stretch of the leg to get from one to the other. As the rocks grow thinner and the tall wild brush of the island grows closer, I hear the sound of my waiting prey. Clucks and chirps, scattering pecks and scraping talons turn the corner

Isabelle’s POV Iris and I were able to get tickets to board a ship and leave the city, making our way to Birmingham. We want to board the first flight from there; we are not sure where we are going, but I’m sure we will figure it out over the lengthy sea ride. Perhaps I can locate an occult workshop along the route, where I can acquire supplies and materials to make my binding bracelet seem like new. I hope that on our travels, we encounter no monstrous creatures. “And, oh, you remember Isaac? The guy from literature who was hitting on you? The cops said they found him dead. They found his dead body floating in a lake. They said he has been missing but was found dead weeks ago so the police

Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified. I pulled her black stockings apart, revealing her fair long legs. So fair and so soft! I had never seen such beautiful thighs before! I was completely captivated, like a beast, I pinned her down, tearing at her outfit frantically. Before long, the ground was covered with torn stocking pieces and our clothes. The tent was spacious, giving me enough room to move. From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces.

The imposter looked around before walking into the clearing towards Lily. James frowned. Something was wrong. The beastly creature before them wasn’t the imposter, but yet a different one. Damn, that makes three. How many of us are there? He wondered. The new beast was a reddish brown color, and the scent seemed a little familiar, but James didn’t have time to get into the details of the scent as he shifted. Lily backed away from the other creature like she was supposed to and the beast rushed the brown beast.

God willing. THE END Thank you all for reading my book Lost Treasure till the end. I think what to learn from this story is that, love, respect, appreciate and celebrate your loved ones when they are still alive. Never take anyone who truly loves you for granted. Be conscious of these facts, life is short and remember in anything you do, make sure you are at peace with God. Thank you all, God bless you for reading. I will wait to see your reviews and feedback. I love you all

"As fun as this has been, I know jack-squat about treasure hunting. I did read Treasure Island back in high school, but I'm not sure that counts." Her flippancy was working, at least - Leo seemed to be fighting a smile. So she went on. "I'd be a terrible treasure hunter. I tried to go scuba diving once when my friends and I went down to Cancun after college graduation. I freaked out after five minutes and had to come back up. Some of us just aren't meant to go hunting for sunken doubloons." His smile was getting a little wider. "I am good at scavenger hunts, though, so if you ever need help with one of those, I'm your girl. Jamie proposed to me with a scavenger hunt. He left notes all over t

"Haunt me? Oh, please. That's my family's cursed pearl bracelet. Once it's in play, there's no undoing it! "You're hoping to get back at me? Dreaming of seeing me paralyzed or worse? Keep dreaming, maybe in your next life!" She stuck her tongue out at me, her face a mask of smugness and defiance.

Then, he said with a smile, "I know a secret. I hope it will be enough to keep my life." Watson sounded mysterious; he cleared his throat and continued. "You probably don't know that the kid, Ambrose, had a treasure chest from the seabed of Coral Island. That chest is related to the fate and safety of the nine continents. I heard that the treasure could control the Raksasa Tribe..." Then, Watson explained in detail about Ambrose's dive to the bottom of the sea to retrieve the treasure chest. What?