Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Lucy and Stella were walking on the beach. They were looking in the traps to get some fish but they felt bored. Because they only got the same type of fish that day. So they decided to walk on the shores to check every trap they set.

As Lucy and Stella strolled along the sun-kissed shores of the beach, the gentle rhythm of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation. With each step, they scanned the horizon, their eyes keenly searching for any signs of movement amidst the tranquil waters.

Pausing at each trap they had set earlier in the day, they eagerly anticipated a bountiful catch, only to find themselves disappointed by the monotony of their findings. Day after day, it seemed, they were greeted by the same type of fish, their hopes of variety dashed by the unyielding repetition of their haul.

Frustration gnawed at the edges of their patience as they contemplated their next move. With a shared glance and a silent understanding, they made a decision to take matters into their own hands. Abandoning the confines of their usual routine, they ventured further along the shoreline, determined to explore every nook and cranny in search of new discoveries.

With each trap they inspected, their anticipation grew, fueled by the possibility of stumbling upon something unexpected. The sun beat down upon them, casting a golden hue over the shimmering sands as they combed the shoreline with a renewed sense of purpose.

And as they ventured deeper into uncharted territory, they were reminded of the boundless wonders that lay just beyond the horizon, waiting to be discovered. For Lucy and Stella, the journey was just beginning, and with each step they took, they embraced the thrill of the unknown, eager to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface of the sea.

They lay down on the shores. It was just morning time so the sun was giving them a warm light. It felt so relaxing so they both stayed there for a while. As Lucy and Stella reclined on the soft sands of the beach, basking in the warm embrace of the morning sun, a sense of tranquility washed over them.

The gentle lullaby of the waves provided a soothing soundtrack to their repose, as they surrendered themselves to the blissful serenity of the moment.

Yet, amidst the idyllic setting, a subtle unease tugged at Stella's thoughts, a nagging sensation that something was amiss. With a furrowed brow, she rose from her reclined position, her gaze drifting downward to the grains of sand beneath her feet.

And there, nestled amongst the golden grains, she spotted it, a conch shell, its delicate spirals shimmering in the morning light like a precious gem waiting to be discovered. With a sense of curiosity piqued, Stella reached out and gently lifted the shell from its sandy resting place, cradling it in the palm of her hand with reverence.

As she held the shell aloft, a sense of wonder washed over her, its intricate patterns and delicate curves a testament to the beauty of the natural world. In that moment, Stella felt a connection to something greater than herself, a reminder of the magic that surrounded them, waiting to be unearthed.

Turning to Lucy, she held out the shell with a smile, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Look what I found,"

she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.
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"Isn't it beautiful?"

And as Lucy gazed upon the shell, her own eyes sparkled with appreciation. For in that simple moment of discovery, they found solace in the beauty of the world around them, united in their shared reverence for the wonders of the sea.

Stella cleaned it in the sea water. She saw the shell was shining. It was so attractive they both wanted it so much. When they used it to take some water, the water also seemed so shiny. As Stella submerged the conch shell into the crystal-clear waters of the sea, she watched with fascination as the gentle waves washed over it, cleansing away the remnants of sand and salt.

With each gentle stroke, the shell gleamed in the sunlight, its iridescent surface reflecting the golden hues of the morning sky.

Mesmerized by its newfound brilliance, Lucy and Stella exchanged excited glances, their hearts fluttering with anticipation. There was something undeniably captivating about the shell, its radiant beauty drawing them in like a beacon of light amidst the vast expanse of the ocean.

Eager to explore its potential further, they dipped the shell into the cool waters once more, marveling as droplets of water cascaded down its smooth surface, leaving behind a trail of shimmering light in their wake. It was as if the shell possessed a magic of its own, infusing everything it touched with a radiant glow.

As they scooped up handfuls of water using the shell, they couldn't help but notice the way the water seemed to sparkle and dance in the sunlight, as if infused with the very essence of the shell itself. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the enchanting power of nature's beauty.

With a shared sense of wonder, Lucy and Stella knew that they couldn't simply leave such a treasure behind. And so, with gentle hands and grateful hearts, they carefully cradled the shell in their palms, vowing to take it with them as a cherished memento of their morning by the sea.

For in the simple act of discovery, they had unearthed a treasure far greater than any they could have imagined, a reminder of the magic that lay hidden beneath the surface of the world, waiting to be discovered by those with open hearts and curious minds.

They showed it to everyone, everyone started looking at it with curiosity. It was so attractive so they decided to give it to Sophie as a present for her baby inside her. But she refused it kindly. She didn't feel like she wanted something attractive like that. Maybe the kid's purity rejected the cursed object…