Treasure Planet Jim Novels & Stories

Jim shouted in front of Bratt's face, which was now starting to shrink in fear. "I didn't kill her," hissed Jim in a low voice. While whispering, he watched the situation around him which might be a little unsafe for him. But after he confirmed it several times, he was finally sure that no one on the street recognized him as a fugitive by the police. "Then what are we going to do there if we don't loot that woman's treasure?" "I just wanted to confirm something." "What is that?" Bratt insisted, curious. Jim was already starting to get angry at Bratt's loud, curious insistence. "I want to confirm the child."

It was clearly something he kept close and handled frequently. "This is the good luck charm you gave me. I've carried it with me for the past three years. I never forgot you, Cece," Jim said. I reached out, took the pendant from his hand, and weighed it in my palm. Then, I casually tossed it aside. The pendant arched through the air and fell into the pond with a splash. "I don't want dirty things or sullied people," I stated plainly. Jim's face instantly drained of all color. He swayed on his feet, barely able to stay upright.

All his attention stayed on me. “You are safe now my treasure,” he said in that low rough voice. His thumb pressed deeper into the plush flesh of my belly and I shivered. “I burned the old hoard for us. I never want to look back. That cave was just stone and gold. You are my home now.” I swallowed hard. The memory of the flames swallowing his centuries of treasure still made my chest tight. He had given up everything for my soft chubby body and I still did not know if I could stay.

Thinking about what Alexandra said about taking them to a safe distance outside the city. Jim's leg had gotten stiff from sitting cross-legged on the metal floor, and he shifted his position, wincing to feel the blood pouring back into his Lower body. In his arms, he still clutched the bizarre treasure they had extricated from the bank. "I think we're on the highway now," Sophie whispered.

Claire teased, holding back a laugh. I watched, grinning from ear to ear, feeling like the luckiest man alive. As we spent the day serving treats to our friends and family, Claire leaned in and whispered, “You are the best thing I’ve ever brewed.” I smiled, knowing this surprise would be a memory we’d cherish forever. ~~THE END~~ Note from Author ~~ We did it! This is the end of Treasure by the Alpha Prince. Thank you, dear readers, for joining me on this incredible journey. This story took longer than expected to complete, as life often brings unexpected trials. That leave you broken inside.

“It just happened. That madman had someone tamper their home’s news transmission and manipulated it such that news of daddy’s affairs and upcoming wedding would be broadcasted every day at home.” “Big treasure said that we should pay him with the same token and hence the wedding plan was born.” Little treasure smiled sweetly hoping to get everyone’s forgiveness. “Is there anything that needs our assistance?” Miles asked as he leaned forward enthusiastically; who could bear to hold a grudge against little treasure? “Let’s get some rest for now as there will be plenty of work once we land.” Marcus sat back and rested his eyes.

Peter slapped Heber: “ You idiots! Kataleya: “ If there was a treasure it would certainly have been discovered by now! Peter: “ Heber, you're going to jail from here! You lied to me about the treasure... Heber: “ No, but I heard... Igor: “ Hahahaha you believed it like a duckling! Heber: “ There has to be some treasure! Do you want to tell me that I went to all this work for nothing? Ivan: “ I knew from the beginning that we should never have gotten into this! Haber: “ Shut up! There has to be some treasure. Suddenly the ship shuddered. They all lost their balance. A storm had started. “ We have to get out of here! “ Peter said running.

“And Doctor Smith once told me that I can dress up as a scarecrow and I’d still look beautiful.” “What? I thought he was married?” “You piece of shit, when someone compliments you, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re taking a pass at you.” “Oh, Rach, that’s a foreign concept to him, leave him alone.” Henry teased Mark playfully rolled his eyes. And then, turning toward me, he asked, “Do you feel any pain?” “Yeah, a little. But it’s alright. How’s the patient, um, Jack doing?” “He’s alright. They’ve taken him up to the Psyche ward. Are you thinking of pressing charges against him?”

They drifted through the air, the landscape around changing slowly. When Teri pointed, Jim’s eyes followed and he smiled, nodding. “Good eye. Those two are undocumented. One reason I brought you this way.” He tipped the plane slightly, angling towards the ruins. “Do you know all of them by heart?” Jim laughed. “No. I know the map we keep at the museum, and where it has holes. Get my phone out of my front pocket, will you?” Teri’s eyes flicked down his body to his lap and she leaned in, patting along his thigh.

Golden light erupted from his body as if he just transformed into a deity. “O’ Nostro compass, thou that allow one to peek into God’s path! Return at once!” Jim’s low roar was heard. The compass first flew into the air before landing in his hands. It then morphed into a simple and ancient compass. “I’ve made it.” All of the runes in Jim’s eyes had vanished when he opened his eyes. He appeared to be in good spirits. “Old Zab!” Tyr couldn’t wait to jump off the ship. He quickly ran toward Jim happily. “M*therf*cker! You’ve been doing this for forty-nine days! What’s the situation now? Have you entered the Demigod Realm yet?”