The Lost World: Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

I say drily and we both burst out laughing. The car comes to a stop infront of a huge lodge. Easily four times the size of the main lodge at the spa we stayed at. "Wowsers" I say in awe. "Do you like it? We build everything ourselves from the forest around us" Hunter says proudly. "It's beautiful. Does the whole pack live in this house?" I say still trying to take it in.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

Bile is burning in the back of my throat, and I stifle the urge to throw up by breathing in crisp, clean air. I discovered from my last two trips that this technique helps the world stop whirling. Where am I now!? "You there! Page! Get up!" A distinctively male voice yells. OH NO!!! I open my eyes and immediately glance down at my clothing. My last two trips through time landed me in a wine cellar and a whorehouse. Hopefully, I was lucky this time around! I was wearing woolen brown-colored pants and a thick green tunic falling past my knees.

A stranger's kindness brought a trace of warmth back to my dead, disappointed heart. Perhaps this was the reason I was brought back in time. This chance allowed me to know the truth of everything that happened, and it also made me realize that this world was not just full of malicious people. After bidding Mary farewell, I followed the address to the apartment. I did not expect the lights to be on when I walked in. A soft and gentle voice greeted me. "Are you Joseph? Hi, I'm Wendy. I was cleaning the place up for you. Otherwise, there's no way you can sleep here tonight."

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

He can understand what Hierro feels. When he first traveled in another world, he was initially filled with confusion and fear. After all, it was a different world to him, not to mention that the world is strange. Everything is unfamiliar to him. So, it was natural that he would feel uncomfortable and fearful. But, after he has finally adjusted to life in that world, his initial fear and confusion disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by excitement. He can’t wait to explore the world, especially after he knew that the world is vast. Not to mention with the novel gadgets that he saw, he can’t wait to go on an adventure!

He saw the space on the island and smiled. “Now, we are back to our world” Elon chanted. Steve walked out from where he was also hiding and stood in front of Elon. “This is our world, not yours. You should go back!” He said. “The world that has been destroyed. This belong to us now. I know that the goddess has created this world for us” Steve pushed Elon with a strong force from his hand. Instead of Elon to fall on the floor, he landed on the floor in his wolf form.

uncomfortable, at my first reaction to it, as though the extravagance of it bothered him in some way. And it was extravagant, I noted, as Haden drove us slowly up through perfectly manicured gardens, and around another large water feature that the top end of the paved drive circled around. He stopped directly in front of the main entrance, and two large men immediately stepped out, opening each door, before unloading the trunk and taking Haden's keys. Within moments, the car was gone, and they were ushering me through the ornately framed, double glass doors, and into the marble-floored entrance hall.

The driver switched off the engine at the main entrance of the mansion, we stepped down and walked into the mansion with our bodyguards behind us, holding our luggages into the mansion. "Welcome senor and seniorita" a tall butler in brown tuxedo said, he stood in front of the mansion's entrance and walked us in. "This is Lorenzia; the reserved mansion for your stay here" he added. My eyes caught sight of the beautiful paintings so high above us, paintings of the monalisa and other ancient gods. They were painted right on the ceiling of the mansion. The furnitures were huge and beautiful, covered in cream and gold colour design.

From the moment he returned to the country, he had known this day would come. There was no avoiding it forever. Besides, what was there to fear? He had repaid his debt to her family in full. They were strangers now. On the day of the exhibition, visitors streamed into the gallery, following signs pointing them toward the displays. Serene was among them. Over the years, she had visited many exhibitions and gained a better understanding of the art displayed on the walls. Each piece was beautiful, but then she saw that painting. It stood out from the rest—no intricate details or complex lines, just a sprawling mountain landscape.