Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272

Stella reappeared at the edge of the platform. She wasn’t wearing the clothes she’d gone up in. Instead, she had on a long, flowing wrap made from soft palm fronds and stitched feathers - just like Rose had worn. Her hair was braided in a pattern none of them had done before. Her feet were bare. She stepped slowly down the stairs, not saying a word.

And she was smiling.

The same smile.

The same one.

Lucy’s fingers tightened around Jude’s.

Stella crossed the clearing in complete silence, then sat beside Grace again, who instantly leaned her head on her shoulder.

"I dreamed of her last night," Grace said softly.

Stella brushed her fingers through Grace’s hair. "She dreams of you too."

Sophie stood abruptly. "Okay. No more pretending this is normal."

"It’s not," Zoey agreed, rising to her feet. "That smile. The clothes. The humming. This isn’t Stella anymore."

"It is Stella," Jude said carefully. "But something’s inside her now."

Grace looked up, tears shining in her eyes. "Then why does it feel... right?"

No one had an answer.

The night stretched long and strange. Jude didn’t sleep again. Not deeply. He drifted in and out, tangled in the warmth of Lucy and Emma beside him, haunted by dreams that felt more like memory. Rose’s face. Her voice. The way she used to pull him close after long days, whispering his name in that low, sultry tone that made his entire body melt. He woke with that sound still echoing in his ears, only to find it hadn’t been a dream.

Stella was humming again.

Outside.

In the mist.

At sunrise, Jude followed the sound into the trees.

She was there, just beyond the first curtain of fog, spinning slowly in the clearing near the east ridge. Her arms were raised above her head, and the fabric of her wrap clung to her curves in the morning dew. She looked like a spirit - half woman, half myth - and when she saw him, she didn’t stop humming.

She held out her hand.

"Come," she said.

"Where?"

"Where it all began."

He didn’t know why, but he followed.

They walked through the trees without speaking, winding through trails that felt familiar and foreign at the same time. Stella moved like she belonged to the earth beneath her feet, as if each root had grown to guide her passage. Eventually they reached the waterfall - the same place Rose had once fallen.

And that’s where Jude saw her.

Rose.

Standing at the edge of the water, hands clasped in front of her, her hair cascading down her back like black silk.

She turned slowly, her eyes catching his, and for a moment, the world narrowed.

It was Rose.

Entirely.

No black in her eyes.

No twisted grin.

Just her.

The woman he loved.

She walked toward him, slowly, carefully, as if afraid he’d disappear.

"Jude," she whispered.

He wanted to speak, to move, to touch her - but his feet wouldn’t work.

She stood before him, inches away, and reached up to touch his face.

"I never left," she said. "I was always here. In the roots. In the breath of the island."

"Rose - " he started, but her lips found his before he could finish.

The kiss was soft, familiar, and electric. Her mouth still tasted like wild fruit and rainwater. Her hands found his chest, then his shoulders, and he melted into her like he always had.

Stella stood nearby, watching.

And then Grace stepped out of the trees.

Then Layla.

Then Zoey.

Each one wearing the same smile.

Each one humming.

They surrounded him, not touching, not speaking - just there. Watching.

Rose pulled away, her breath warm against his cheek.

"You don’t have to fear the dark," she whispered, "if you carry it with you."

And then she stepped back.

And so did the others.

Jude stood in the center of the circle, heart pounding, breath catching.

He looked at all of them.

Each one changed.

Each one waiting.

And he realized -

He was the last note in the song.

The forest didn’t feel like it used to. It wasn’t just the sound, or the fog, or the warmth that seemed to radiate from the trees - it was the stillness. Like the island itself was holding its breath, watching Jude from every angle. Every leaf, every ripple in the stream nearby, even the birds perched in the trees remained unnaturally quiet as he stood in the center of the women.

Rose’s eyes remained locked on his, serene and knowing, glowing faintly gold beneath the morning light that filtered in uneven beams through the canopy above. She didn’t reach for him again. She didn’t have to. Her presence was overwhelming, not because of power or menace, but because it was Rose. And yet... not just Rose.

Around her, the others slowly moved. Layla stepped behind her, her fingers brushing gently down Rose’s spine. Grace and Stella held hands, circling together in a slow dance like a ritual passed down through time. Zoey knelt, eyes closed, humming faintly under her breath. Only a week ago, Zoey would’ve had a blade drawn, posture tense, eyes sharp. Now, she looked at peace. Too much peace.

Jude took a step back.

Rose smiled, not cruelly, but tenderly. "You’re afraid. You don’t have to be."

"What is this?" he asked, voice low and hoarse. "What are you becoming?"

Rose tilted her head. "Not becoming. Returning. This is what we’ve always been. This place is a mirror. It shows the truth, not the lie we brought with us."

"This isn’t you."

"But it is," she said gently, stepping forward again. "You just never saw it. We never did. Until we touched it."

"The shimmer?" he asked.

"The pulse. The roots. The hum. It’s all connected. It chose us."

He turned to Zoey. "You said you were suspicious. You followed them into the woods. You knew something was wrong."

Zoey opened her eyes, met his gaze, and nodded slowly. "I did. But it’s not wrong, Jude. It’s deeper than that. I was wrong to fight it."