Semua Bab ALINE'S REVENGE: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The movement in Estela's house had caught the attention of the local scientific police. The subject of the intraterrestrial world from the writings of Estela's friend was discussed.In those writings the way of life in that world and its resources were related. Minerals highly coveted by the terrestrial of the surface are abundant in that place. Bad thoughts began to be generated in the minds of the earthlings to take over and usurp their high technology.All that had to be protected, for which Ezekiel gave precise instructions on the strategy to be followed from now on.The new writer had to be cautious and hide for a while. She was transferred to Azrael's cabin, but the policemen were watching her steps and they found her whereabouts. What they did not imagine was that a few meters from there was the secret passageway to the anteroom of that world. A small physical door to that long"awaited paradise.When they realized the surveillance and that they had been chased to the place, the

Alina began to write down in her diary the experiences lived in her almost unreal love and about her life so different now..."I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was glassy from all the paperwork on my desk. I was excited about taking the family publishing business international, but the amount of red tape and hurdles to overcome were enough to take my breath away.Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I focused on the task at hand: finding the best way to disseminate knowledge. I was hoping that the conference call I was having with Christian LaMont would close the deal and we could move forward with our expansion.There was a knock on the door and it opened. My half brother stuck his head out.--Grandma wants a meeting--I have a call shortly. He shrugged.- She says it's important.I verified that I have all my notes and call details ready on my desk for when I return. I then proceeded to the meeting room.My grandmother was already at the head of the table with her trusted assistant,

An opening to new dimensions OCCURS IN ALINA'S CONSCIOUSNESS and creative intelligence is nothing more than the random product of an evolution that began in a primordial ocean of matter. This view simplifies the enormous complexity of human beings into mere material objects, little more than highly developed animals or thinking biological machines.Our borders are defined by the surface of our skin, and consciousness is nothing more than a simple secretion of that thinking organ known as the brain. Everything we think, feel and know depends on the information we receive through our senses. According to the logic of this materialistic model, consciousness, intelligence, ethics, art, religion, and science itself are mere by-products of the material processes that take place inside the human brain.The belief that consciousness and all its creations originate in the brain is, of course, not entirely arbitrary but is based on many clinical and experimental observations that suggest a clos

AgnarIt could be a cruel land, but after the driving snows and icy temperatures that stole the breath clean out of his body, Agnar craved the red dirt and earthy smell of his desert home. There was death there and darkness, but it was also a land strewn with sunlight and flowers, their pungent scent perfuming the air. It might be a perilous place to live, but its beauty was resplendent.The delicate beauty of his mate was nothing like Arizona.Shadowed in the dark of night, Prairie Rose faced the window as she had for most of the drive. No matter how many hours passed, she stayed fixed in one place like a statue. She was beautiful in the traditional sense. High cheekbones, star lights twinkling in the depths of velvet brown eyes, a delicate nose, and full lips. Her hair, somewhere between blonde and white could probably have been called champagne. Expensive champagne. Prairie Rose was as regal as any princess, especially dressed in a velvet dress, the fabric so thin that it looked de

Finally, her better judgment won out. She raced across the cave and stepped on the bottom half of her dress. It was old and the cotton tore clean away. She wadded up the cloth and stuffed it against the gaping wound, pressing hard. “Help me!” she screamed.Someone moved. A young woman. She placed her hands over the quickly reddening fabric. By the look on her face, that wolf was her mate.“You’ll need something else to stop the bleeding.” Prairie Rose jerked herself upright, head swimming violently with the effort of too much movement.She wouldn’t let her body go down again. Another wolf flew off of Agnar, steeling her determination. There was just enough of him showing that she could see the multiple wounds where he bled from. Bite marks and claw marks both. He looked half ripped apart. Blood pooled around him as the other wolves battled.A second wolf was flipped and pinned in the struggle. It came back, its shaggy brown fur matted in blood. Agnar whirled on it again, throwing off