Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231: Chapter 1231

Rose stood slowly, stretching, the sun sliding down her bare skin. "It’s a mirror."

"Yes," Jude nodded. "It reflects our love. But it could also reflect our pain. Our darkness."

Sophie stepped beside him, her face calm but her eyes sharp. "Then we lead with love."

The others gathered closer, the morning air growing warmer around them.

Natalie smiled softly. "So what do we do now?"

Jude looked around at them, his heart full. "We build. We explore. We learn what the Heart really means."

The days that followed were a balance of simplicity and wonder.

They built a garden near the sanctuary, planting fruits and herbs in rich, black soil that seemed to grow whatever they placed into it. Natalie and Grace spent entire afternoons with their hands deep in the earth, giggling like girls as vines grew to greet them. Zoey and Emma carved new paths through the forest, discovering strange trees with leaves that changed color when kissed. Susan and Stella crafted new sleeping areas, hammocks made of soft, glowing thread from silk-root plants found near the river.

At night, the fire was always lit. The pillars glowed. And they danced - not just in celebration but as ritual. The dances changed each night, sometimes wild and fevered, other times slow and intimate.

The love between them deepened too.

Jude spent one night wrapped around Rose beneath the stars, her body eager, demanding, but somehow more tender than before. The next, he lay between Layla and Sophie, their lips exploring him in slow alternation, their touches like poetry written on his skin. There were no schedules, no ownership, no jealousy. Only desire, blooming where it would, shared and nurtured and consumed in turn.

Lucy and Susan spent an entire evening bathing one another in scented oils, their laughter echoing down the riverbank, their kisses turning to moans that harmonized with the crickets. Grace and Emma would vanish into the canopy for hours, returning flushed and breathless, their hands still tangled. Natalie often drew patterns into Stella’s back with her tongue, and the two of them became like shadows, dancing around the others, always watching, always loving.

They were the First Flame.

And they burned beautifully.

But the island was still a place of mystery.

Late one evening, after the fire had dimmed and most had fallen asleep tangled in silk and breath, Lucy approached Jude alone. She wore nothing but a thin cloth wrapped at her hips, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight.

"There’s something I want to show you," she whispered.

He followed her through the trees, the night cool and sweet. They didn’t speak. She led him to the old river - the one they’d fished in, bathed in, kissed in. The water moved slower now, as if it, too, were calmer.

"I’ve been coming here," she said, kneeling at the edge. "Every morning."

"Why?"

She reached into the water.

When she pulled her hand free, a thread of light clung to her fingers - thin as a hair, glowing blue.

"It’s alive," she said. "I think it’s part of the Heart."

Jude watched as the thread danced across her palm, twisting into symbols, then fading.

"I think it’s trying to talk," Lucy whispered. "And I think it only comes to me."

He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his mouth to her shoulder.

"Then you listen," he said. "And I’ll be right here."

They stayed by the river until the stars began to dim.

The next morning, Lucy was different.

Not distant. Not changed.

Just... more.

The others noticed it too. A calmness in her. A focus. She spoke less but saw more. She smiled less, but when she did, it felt like sunlight.

That night, as they danced again around the fire, Lucy stood apart, watching.

And for just a moment, her body shimmered - not with light, but with language.

The glyphs.

Moving.

Alive.

They pulsed across her skin like breath.

And Jude knew.

Lucy had become the voice of the Heart.

The others would follow.

And the flame would grow.

Jude didn’t sleep that night. Even after the flames had dwindled and the soft breaths of the others echoed like lullabies in the sanctuary, he sat upright with Lucy resting against his chest. Her body was warm, peaceful, but her skin still shimmered faintly with the glyphs he couldn’t stop staring at. They moved slowly, gently, like ripples in still water. He didn’t wake her. He couldn’t. Somehow, he felt that the Heart was speaking through her even in sleep. Maybe especially in sleep. His fingers brushed her spine softly, watching as the symbols curled around his fingertips as if reaching back.

When morning light filtered through the trees, Lucy stirred. She stretched slowly and blinked up at him, her lips curling into a soft smile. "You didn’t sleep."

"No," he said quietly, "I couldn’t."

She sat up, her bare back to him, and the glyphs slowly faded from her skin like dew evaporating in sunlight. "It doesn’t stay long," she murmured. "It comes at night... or when I’m dreaming."

"Did it say anything?"

Lucy tilted her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder. "Not in words. But I feel it. Like it’s guiding me to something."

The others began to wake around them, one by one, stretching, kissing, softly murmuring to each other. Stella was the first to notice Lucy. Her gaze lingered on her, thoughtful.

"You still have the glow," she whispered, crawling closer. "It’s like the Heart marked you."

Jude looked at Stella and nodded. "I think it did. She’s becoming its voice."

Sophie stirred next, her eyes hazy with sleep. She rolled over into Jude’s lap and blinked up at him. "Is it happening again?"

"I think so," he said, stroking her hair. "Something’s coming."

By the time the sun fully rose, everyone had gathered outside. Lucy stood in the center, barefoot, the soft moss beneath her feet reacting to her touch by glowing slightly brighter. Rose circled her slowly, her expression unreadable. "So... now what?"