The Awakened Brain: The New Science Of Spirituality And Our Quest For An Inspired Life

First love is the best love, and the best love is the one that lasts forever. Melora Channing thought she would never see Chance Benson again. But of all the weddings in all the towns in all the world, he decided to be one of the guests at this particular one. Was it a coincidence? After so many years, her teenage dream, her first love, was hiding in the same broom closet, talking to her like he had just seen her the day before. The notorious billionaire, the same boy who used to hang out with her brother in high school, offers her the leading part in a ‘scandalous’ public affair… to help him distract the tabloids from a damaging scandal. ‘It would be fun,’ he said. ‘Just for a few days…’ But neither Melora nor Chance expected their public affair to become so real, so passionate away from the paparazzi, behind closed doors. Or to change their lives forever.

Layan Howler was a stray. She was the weakest wolf in her pack, the pack wasn't even sure if she was a wolf, after all she, in all her sixteen years had never shape-shifted. Armed with sheer will-power and spunk, she stepped out of their territory and faced a formidable enemy; highschool. There, she met two wolves, one with a mysterious air about him, and the other holding a secret only she knows. Faced with wolfish high school drama, mysterious disappearances, and two distracting as all hell wolves, Layan must up her game. But how does she do that if in a school who values brute strength, she is the weakest? Or is she? -Join Layan in her quest through the dangers of the woods, currents of the raging rivers, fires of teenage passion, and surprises of an unknown identity.

Our place was hit by an earthquake. I was crushed by a slab of stone, but my wife, leader of the rescue squad, abandoned me in favor of her true love. She said, "You're a soldier. You can live with a little injury. Felix can't. He's always been weak, and he needs me." I was saved, eventually, and I wanted to leave my wife. I agreed to the chip research that would station me in one of the National Science Foundation's bases deep in the mountains. My leader was elated about my agreeing to this research. He grasped my hand tightly. "Marvelous. With you in our team, Jonathan, this research won't fail! But… you'll be gone for six whole years. Are you sure your partner's fine with it?" I nodded. "She will be. I'm serving the nation here. She'll understand." The leader patted my shoulder. "Good to know. The clock is ticking, so you'll only have one month to say your goodbyes. That enough for you?" I smiled. "More than enough."

When I loved her, I didn't understand what true love was. When I lost her, I had time for her. I was emptied just when I was full of love. Speechless! Life took her to death while I explored the outside world within. Sad trauma of losing her. I am going to miss her in a perfectly impossible world for us. I also note my fight with death as a cause of extreme departure in life. Enjoy!

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.

The day my cancer is diagnosed, my husband slaps me across the face. "You're vicious! You're even pretending to have cancer just to look more pitiful than your sister!" My son shouts, "Mom is horrible! I hate Mom!" I don't cry or make a scene. I quietly put the test results away and choose a grave for myself. In 15 days, I'll leave this city to die somewhere else in peace. I won't even give them the chance to regret it.