Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1700

Chapter 1700: Chapter 1700

They were back in the clearing, but it had changed again. The spiral had left behind a monument - smooth, black stone coiled like DNA, glowing faintly gold in the moonlight. At its base, the seed shimmered within a basin of clear crystal.

The air was still.

No one spoke.

Lucy knelt before the seed, her hand hovering above it. "It’s us."

"It’s our future," Emma said.

Rose stepped beside Jude and touched his chest. "And now we guard it. With every breath. Every kiss. Every moment."

Jude reached down and placed his palm over the seed.

It pulsed in answer.

Behind him, the circle tightened.

They weren’t just islanders now.

They were keepers.

And the island had only just begun to dream.

The sky above shimmered with faint ribbons of color, as if the island had begun to paint with light. Jude stood with his palm still pressed against the seed, feeling the hum of it throb into his bones. Around him, the others remained quiet, their breath catching with the weight of what they had just witnessed. The monument at the center of the clearing no longer pulsed with light - it glowed steadily now, a gentle warmth, like an ember that would never fade. It wasn’t just sacred. It was theirs.

Rose was the first to move. She walked a slow circle around the coiled black stone, her fingertips brushing it as she passed. "This is our root," she said. "Not just a symbol. A promise."

Zoey knelt beside Lucy and leaned her head on her shoulder. "So... what happens if it grows?"

"It won’t," Sophie said softly, "unless we let it."

Jude turned, his fingers lingering on the crystal basin before he stepped back. "It’s asking us to choose again. Every day. To keep choosing."

Susan tilted her head. "But choose what?"

"Each other," Stella said. "And everything that comes with that."

Emma’s eyes stayed fixed on the seed. "And if we fail?"

Scarlet reached for her hand. "Then the island will dream again. Maybe with someone else. Maybe in a different shape. But this... this is our moment."

The thought settled between them like dew - heavy, sparkling, real.

Natalie rose and stretched, her hair cascading over her shoulders like strands of golden light. "We need to protect this place. Build something here."

"A home?" Lucy asked.

"No," Natalie said. "A temple."

The word wasn’t spoken lightly. It seemed to echo off the trees, stir the air itself.

Rose nodded slowly. "Not for worship. For remembrance. For return."

Jude looked to the stone again. "We build around it. Not over it. Not above it. Just with it."

"And together," Lucy added. "No more solitude. Not here."

The decision felt like breath itself - simple, natural, inevitable. They didn’t argue. They didn’t debate. They simply moved.

Branches were gathered. Moss stripped carefully. Stones shaped and placed, not with hammers or tools, but with touch and intention. The island helped - vines curled softly into place, leaves flattened into smooth mats. The air stayed warm, dusk holding gently in the trees like it refused to fade to night while they worked.

They built in silence, occasionally brushing fingers, sharing glances, leaning into each other for warmth or strength or a simple kiss of affirmation. No words were needed. The rhythm of creation was their language now.

When the structure was done - a soft circle of sheltering boughs, open to the stars above but protective like an embrace - they stood back and looked at it.

Jude stepped inside first. The seed remained untouched in its cradle of crystal, but the space around it felt more alive than before, like the walls themselves breathed with anticipation.

Lucy followed, barefoot and radiant, then Rose, then Zoey, until they all stood inside, circled around the glowing heart of their shared future.

Scarlet broke the silence this time. "Can we sleep here tonight?"

Rose smiled. "We should."

They curled around the monument like petals folding at twilight. Naked again, but this time not from need or seduction. From comfort. From truth. From the certainty that nothing separated them now.

Lucy pressed her lips to Jude’s shoulder as she nestled close. "I don’t want to wake up anywhere else."

"You won’t have to," he whispered.

And they slept.

When dawn came, it came not with blinding light but with a deep, golden glow that moved over the temple like a caress. The seed gleamed brighter. Vines had already crept higher along the walls, weaving soft barriers against the wind. A flock of pale birds circled high above, their cries sounding like laughter.

Jude opened his eyes slowly to find Sophie sitting up, watching him.

"I had a dream," she whispered.

He sat up too, brushing moss from his chest. "Tell me."

She glanced around at the sleeping bodies of the others. "I saw the island. But not this one. Another. Bigger. Wilder. And us - older, stronger. There were people with us. Many. They followed you."

"Me?" he asked.

She nodded. "You had something in your hands. A second seed. And when you planted it, the earth opened."

Lucy stirred beside them, her eyes sleepy but alert. "Was it scary?"

"No," Sophie said. "It felt like... expansion."

Rose opened her eyes next. "It’s coming."

"What is?" Emma murmured as she sat up, still tangled in Natalie’s limbs.

"The next step."

Jude stood, the morning air brushing across his bare skin. "We’ve built the temple. The island gave us the seed. What else is left?"

Rose rose beside him. "We’ve accepted the gift. Now we become its guardians."

"And teachers," Stella said, stretching like a feline. "We can’t keep this to ourselves forever."

Zoey smirked. "We’d have to find someone first."

Susan looked thoughtful. "Or someone might find us."

They stood together, still bare, still glowing faintly in the dawn.

"I want to see the coast," Grace said. "Where we began. Where we came from."

"I want to see the mountain," Emma added. "The one that was always too far away."