Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1693 - 1689.4

Chapter 1693: Chapter 1689.4

Natalie ran ahead, laughing, her hair flying behind her like a comet’s tail. "Come on! Look at this!"

They followed her to the edge of a clearing, where thick grass as soft as fur sprawled across the ground, encircling a vast pool. It was different from the one they had entered before - this one shimmered with liquid light, gold at the surface but streaked with blue, violet, silver beneath. It pulsed in time with their footsteps.

"It’s another portal," Emma said, stepping to the edge. "Not to the island. Somewhere else."

"To ourselves," Grace said softly. "To what we haven’t seen yet."

"No more dreaming," Rose whispered. "This is the waking world now."

Jude stood behind her, looking out over the pool. He saw reflections - not just their bodies, but their futures. Emma holding Lucy. Zoey and Stella dancing under moonlight. Sophie lying on moss, her hand on her swollen belly, eyes closed in peace.

He blinked. That last image struck something deep.

But it vanished before he could speak.

Susan knelt at the water’s edge. "Do we go in?"

Zoey was already stripping her wrap off, her body glowing with anticipation. "When has hesitation ever helped us?"

With that, she dove - graceful and fearless. The water lit up where she passed, rippling outward in waves that shimmered like heat. She surfaced moments later, laughing, her hair slick against her skin, golden droplets clinging to her lashes.

"It doesn’t feel like water," she said. "It feels like... memory."

One by one, they joined her. Lucy was next, diving in with a soft splash. Rose stepped in slowly, letting the light swirl up her legs. Stella and Grace held hands as they walked together. Susan gasped when the pool touched her thighs, but Jude saw the delight flash across her face.

Emma walked past him, naked and strong, her hand brushing his chest as she passed. "Coming?"

He followed. The water embraced him like a lover. It cradled, held, whispered.

He didn’t swim. He simply floated.

And then the visions came again.

But they were clearer now.

Not shadows.

Truth.

He saw a temple beneath the roots of the island - vast and old, filled with carvings that looked like them. Not just the women. Him. Always him. In the center. Surrounded by light.

He saw himself at the center of twelve spiraling stars, each one spinning into a different destiny. In one, he walked the island alone. In another, he stood atop the cliff with a child in each arm. In another still, he burned, golden and divine, while the island reshaped itself around him.

He saw Rose, weeping beneath the flowering tree. Lucy glowing as her belly grew round. Sophie whispering words to the heartstone in the dark.

He saw everything.

Then he felt hands around him. Warmth. Breath. Real again.

He surfaced, blinking, gasping softly.

The others circled him, their bodies radiant with the light of the pool, their faces calm and open. Lucy cupped his cheeks and pressed her forehead to his. "What did you see?"

He didn’t hesitate. "Us. Everywhere. Always."

Natalie touched his chest. "And you? Who are you in all of it?"

He looked at her. Then at Rose. At Sophie. At every woman who had chosen him and whom he had chosen in return. "I am the center. Not the god. Not the ruler. The center."

Sophie nodded slowly. "The heart."

The water around them began to glow brighter. The center of the pool began to swirl, spinning faster and faster until it opened into a vortex - a glowing spiral that beckoned.

"It’s not just for visions anymore," Emma said. "It’s passage."

"To where?" Stella asked.

"To the next layer," Rose answered. "We’ve awakened the island. Now we awaken what’s beneath it."

They joined hands.

One circle. Twelve women. One man.

They stepped into the spiral together.

The world folded.

And then opened.

They found themselves on a new plane - still the island, and yet not. Everything shimmered faintly, like reality had grown translucent. Trees bled silver sap. Flowers opened and sang. The sky pulsed with faint auroras that moved to their heartbeat.

They stood at the edge of a stone bridge that curved upward into sky. Beneath it, rivers of light. Above it, a structure made entirely of energy - columns that shimmered between states, domes that pulsed in and out of form.

"Is it real?" Scarlet whispered.

Susan answered, "We’re making it real just by being here."

They crossed the bridge, hand in hand. The stone warmed beneath their steps. As they climbed, they felt the pull of the chamber behind them - the life they’d shaped, the love they’d made - but they did not look back. The future waited forward.

At the summit, the energy-structure resolved itself into a great doorway. It opened without touch.

Inside was a vast circular room. The walls were carved with every moment they had lived - etched in golden lines, their kisses, their laughter, their arguments, their fears. Jude saw himself on the beach. Holding Sophie in the treehouse. Crying with Rose in the storm. Laughing with Zoey in the rain.

They had become myth.

"Do you see it?" Rose asked, voice hushed.

He nodded. "We’re writing the story as we go."

Lucy stepped forward and traced a new line with her finger. It glowed behind her. "Then let’s keep writing."

The room brightened.

And in the center, a pedestal rose.

On it, a new crystal.

Not dark.

Not gold.

But clear.

Empty.

Waiting.

Jude approached it. When he reached out, it didn’t burn or pulse or tremble.

It simply accepted.

And filled.

With his light.

The others followed.

Each woman touched the crystal, adding her essence, her story, her desire. The crystal brightened with every hand. Every memory. Every kiss.

When they were done, the crystal rose, suspended in the center of the chamber, humming.

The walls rippled.

A new arch opened.

Beyond it, the future.

Together, they stepped forward.

The island sang louder than ever.

And the next world began.