Treasure Planet Artbook Novels & Stories

"To my hoard. Where I can keep you safe. Where I can worship every soft inch of this perfect body." My heart raced. Part of me was terrified. Another part felt excited. Wetness gathered between my thighs. I had never felt desired before. Not like this. He stepped through the portal. The library disappeared. Cold air turned warm and smoky. We landed inside a huge cave. Piles of gold coins and jewels glittered everywhere. Soft furs covered a large nest in the center. Vaelor laid me down gently on the furs. My body sank into them. My dress had ridden up my thick thighs. He stared at me. His eyes moved over my heavy breasts. My round belly. My wide hips.

At the earliest convenience, I must stop. ‘‘Ah, but I am afraid it will not do. We do not stop until nightfall- and look, judging by the lack of sunlight-’’ here he passed a hand across his face, and changed his expression behind it, from that of a man delivering a death notice to a disposition of alarming good humour. The effect was startling, and Liziwe sat back, tucking her legs under her skirts in an effort to scuttle as far away from him as possible. ‘‘- I am certain we will arrive at our next inn within the hour. Besides,’’ he continued, groping again at his coat, ‘‘I have a gift for you. Please, accept it.’’ From within the confines of the fabric he withdrew what appeared to be a book

I heard a whine from beside me. “Are you ok my precious jewel?” I ask. “Yeah, just forgot I can’t move that way or that fast. This is annoying.” She grumps. Tanin places a smaller box on her lap. I glance at him as he smiles at Sapphire. The scream that she releases makes me cringe. I look at the box she has opened, and damn, those cupcakes and cookies look delicious. Well, almost delicious as my precious jewel. She is still the sweetest thing I have eaten.

Wanda replies, rubbing her palms together in anticipation. Together, they leave the mansion, and they spend quality time sightseeing. Milos shows her the Art Gallery of the Alpha family, which contains the names and drawings of the Alphas who have led the pack for centuries. The Lunas are also painted, and their paintings are placed side by side with their respective Alphas. Wanda is enthralled by all that she sees.

Santiago waved his hand, and three planets appeared in the middle of the table, one of them had a lot of activity: ships entering and exiting, space stations orbiting it, great battles in the atmosphere, and a metropolis in its red moon. The second one was a lot calmer: green forests spanning thousands of meters, mountains tall enough to reach the stratosphere, turtles with countries on their backs, there were spaceships, but in less quantity than the first. Finally, there was a cold and dead planet: all the landmass covered in snow, the oceans were either deadly still or had storms big enough to be seen from the space, a turtle much bigger than the ones in the second planet carried an enorm

The only downside to this plan was that it would take a long time, and there were many uncertain factors. The second plan was to accept the best deal that was offered to me. The Lowen family had many enemies. It was only natural that there would be people who didn't want Justin to achieve success again. All I had to do was present myself as someone close to Justin whom he trusted. I had no doubt that someone would come knocking on my door soon to bribe me. Although I wouldn't earn as much money with this plan, it was less risky than the first plan. It was the reason why I kept showing off the jewelry that Justin gave me on my social media account.

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?

He scoffed, "A cheap clay doll, and you're calling it a Class-One artifact? You got delusions or something? As if a broke nobody like you could handle real national treasures?" Not only did he show zero remorse, but he doubled down, as if determined to expose my "act" with even more reckless behavior. He spun toward a nearby display case, where we'd just arranged a set of Revolutionary War-era silver goblets. The security system wasn't fully activated yet; the glass cover was just loosely shut. Before I could react, he yanked it open and swept his arm across the shelves. A cascade of shattering sounds followed, denser and more piercing than the figurine's crash. The goblets, shimmering iride

With this book, Bia first learned about her parent's history. She would spend hours in the afternoon lying on the wooden floor of her room on the boat just reading the book. It was a huge book made entirely of dark leather. There was nothing on the cover, just the leather, so that a thief would not think it was valuable. But if you dared to open the book the first words you would read were "treasure book". The first time Bia opened the book she did not know what treasure means so she did not got from the first page before letting the book aside and going back to play.

What was the point of gold, after all, he decided if it didn’t look like gold. “Lovely. Do any of these catch your eye?” Blake Nilem crossed to the counter. Faith was already opening cabinets and taking out trays of chains. He nodded at some, shook his head at others, and lay three upon the glass. Jasper ran his eye over the chains. “That one,” he picked one that would sit flat against the skin, the links layered like snake scales. “Wonderful. A pendant?”