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The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 147
Tori paused, her mind drifting away. There is no perfect lover, we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs. Don't tell me who I can and cannot love. Don't put limits on what is or is not appropriate. Take the shackles off love. It does not know geographical or religious boundary, it cannot be confined within one race or culture. I can love the whole world, I can love any person of any age, gender and background. Love flies on indestructible wings and I am blessed to feel it running through my veins. When it feels hardest to give love, it is the most important moment to give without measure. "I think therefore I am" is such intelligence in so few words, yet in this age of A.I. we have changed it. Now we use "I love therefore I am." We can augment reality to the degree that anything you see, hear, do
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 148
When the chance to connect comes, when I see my holy grail, the monster appears to tell me that pain is ahead. Thus the chasm I see is the mirage fear creates, my future is a step beyond, one stride. And as I take it all the while the monster speaks of betrayal, abandonment and the worst of memories. I know that when the sun rises tomorrow I will be glad I endured, that I landed safe and sound on virgin hallowed ground. I swallow my own fear to expand the safe zone of others, to become the stoic leader they deserve. His fear of loss is proof of my love for you, on that you can depend. The curse is the blessing as the blessing is the curse. Love is tough, but I'm tough enough. Fear is natural and there to keep you alive and happy, yet where it has been weaponised and fashioned into a cage, one is honour bound to break free. When we become great teachers of emotional intelligence we will delete the alt-right. When we explain how their new linguistics is acting as an catalyst for emot
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 149
Nathan and Trevor were together. Every emotion is okay, helpful in the right situation. The dark emotions are like salt, just a pinch adds flavour, yet too much ruins the entire dish. Envy can be motivation to better the self, when combined with being a good sport and wanting what is best for others, it can bring positive results. A pinch of hate toward an abuser can lead to freedom and a positive life with one who truly loves in the protective and nurturing way. A pinch of greed can help you to hang on to things you need for yourself or loved ones in your care. The trick of it all is to remember what is salt and what is food; the food is love, empathy, kindness, joy, compassion, nurture, protection, integrity... the salt is envy, hate, greed, anger, sloth... If you have vastly more food than salt, everything will be alright. The opposite of love ain't hate, that's just a warped version of love itself, one that uses the same bit of the brain. Hate tells that once there was love and
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire Chapter 150
Stealing is such an old fashioned word; it's so tied up with notions of property and ownership. But who owns what? Nathan knew that! People who paid money? What's money? It used to be gold but what is it now? Digits! Digits that are created at the touch of a button! And what do we all do? We slave for them, ruin the most productive years of our lives chasing them, some kill from them, degrade their humanity for them. What do laws matter if some have the power to create money and others do not? How can the common man compete with the elite of Wall Street? So I don't care what the dictionary says; I don't care what the cops say. Stealing is when people who are educated enough to know better abuse their superior education to maintain an unfair system - keeping themselves at the top and Walmart employees living in motel rooms with their kids. It's worse than feudal England, at least then they were honest about wielding the power. So I hack, I take, I siphon off those electronic numbers an
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 151
There comes a time when "pushing" one's ideas that could save our world becomes morally the right thing to do. And so, if you have the time, I urge you to read my book, "Nexus. A Treatise in Defence of Love as Mankind's Answer," so that we can rescue each other and our planet from the trouble of our current era. There is a link to a free version and a Kindle version from my bio (bio-link below). Since ye olde times, since times of yore, the morally bankrupt have sort to capitalise on hate. From our trauma populations come the natural healers of society, our artists of words, sound, dance and image. For this is what happens when mental pain hits fever pitch, when the community needs to find love, togetherness and re-bond. It's how we come back to sustainability, to love of nature and one another. A dysfunctional world is a torture to its children. Yet the solutions are simple. Millions, likely billions, would gladly spend their lives in joyful service, working toward making a healthy
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire Chapter 152
On this cloudy morning there are growing patches of blue, the sort of hue that is soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of cloud is a grey that deepens to steel, the leading edge is a brilliant white, as if it is the pages of a new book ready for any curious eye. So, on this day that could bring rain or sunshine, I'm hoping for both, for the chance of a rainbow and to feel so much more because the day is blessed with clouds.Light grew steadily outside until the curtains glowed just the same as stained glass. Kevin stuck his head behind the fabric to survey what the day might bring. The road was slick with water, though the puddles remained quite still, no hint of rain still falling. Above the clouds were still grey but without the denseness of yesterday, allowing patches of blue to form.In good moods a writer may paint words that are fine wine and soft music; words that contain more healing medicine than all the drugs created by man. They are clear water over ro
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 153
Evelyn is powerful, Dave is a member of the Dragons. There was almost nothing more that she wished for. And so she had met with Dave and told him to see Doris. "There has to be a way you can convince her," she said to him trying to sound as persuasive as ever. He bought her words and he too decided to reach out to Doris. He didn't just call her maybe so they would meet at some restaurant or maybe a fast food or some place else. Rather, he felt influential enough to actually go meet her at home in her house, despite knowing of the fact that she had a husband. It was quite funny and at the same time, ridiculous, but he didn't mind. He knocked on the door and Doris was the one who opened up. "Hi, you must be Doris." He said, and she frowned. Where had they met before? And why would she just frown at him in that manner like they had been enemies from a place before? He decided to keep his questions to himself. "Hi again. I'm--" "Dave. I know." She said, nearly almost so blunt and cold.
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 154
The way Manuel felt that particular day was not one he was impressed in at all. Hatred masquerades as an ointment to hurt when in truth it is no more than gasoline for the flames. More hatred only guarantees more enmity, more pain, more death ahead, never more healing or an increase in our humanity. It can be passed like a dark flame from one generation to the next, burning cold, waiting for the next opportunity for genocide and war. While conditions aren't right it bides its time in the shadows as racism and slander, feelings of superiority and echoes of tribalism. Once the opportunity arises - an economic downturn, hunger or natural disaster it comes in fast to override our better natures, making us more primal ape than human. Hatred, the twin of wrath, is never our friend. Hatred makes us all weaker, a poison transmitted via ill-thought out words.Hatred is such an abomination, a subversion of what should be good. I never see strong hatred except where love is betrayed or destroyed
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He glanced at his watch and frowned. He was late. He picked up the pace, almost running in an attempt to beat time. He had promised his lady that he would be on time and now he was running late.He finally got to the main road and took his place at the bus stop. After waiting for almost two minutes– two extra wasted minutes of his time– a taxi arrived and after a brief negotiation, they were on their way.His phone rang out from his coat pocket and he already knew who would be calling. "I know, I know, this isn't what I planned either. I'm sorry.""You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" She complained over the phone."I am really, truly sorry honey. I'll be there in three minutes… five minutes top.""Get here in two minutes!""I'm in a taxi, I'll be there soon." After he hung up, he noticed the cab driver staring at him through the mirror. "Wife's troubles huh?""Yeah.""I can relate. My Mrs is always stressing me out. But there's nothing we can do about it.""Yeah." He repl
chapter 259
"Yes?""I am detective Sam Rogers, and with me is my partner.""James West." They introduced themselves and showed him their badges."How may I help you fine officers?""Mr Thomas Castiel, you are under arrest for the crime of murder on Mr Anakin's late parents.""Are you serious? You are arresting me?""Yes sir. Please sir, I would advise you to come with us quietly to avoid any embarrassment.""Officers, what is going on here?" Evelyn questioned as she walked in.""Nothing ma'am, we would just like to invite your husband for questioning at the station.""Station? Please, what is going on here?""Calm down ma'am, you'll know his offense when he gets to the station.""Do you have any idea what of you're doing? You had the audacity, you had the guts to come into my house….and arrest me?""I'm afraid so. I would also advise you to limit your words sir, because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.""Court of law, what the hell are you talking about?""Ju
chapter 258
Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept her warm. Isla watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses. The cold weather that seeped through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.It was the same type of coldness that reached into one's bones, as if their heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do would be to keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. There was a lot on her mind that night. And she even tried her best to get Nathan off her mind. She wouldn't just stop thinki
chapter 257
Evelyn met with Regina that day. Not for anything else besides their main discussion. She had purposely visited Regina and had the meeting scheduled at her house. She loved being a wedding guest. It's as if rockets have been lit beneath the soul. There is such love right out in the open. Everyone feels free to let their happy flags fly. Cynics are silent at last. Birdsong becomes the music of the quiet reflections. Souls are united. To have an invitation to such an event is a blessing indeed.She saw the woman from afar, shivering in fear. Fear of what though? Well perhaps it was because the head of the Queens was right at her house! She gave a satisfying grin at the moment and continued with her discussion. "Well, so you see why it is important for us to meet up?" She said, a satisfying smile working its way over to her cheeks. Her face had been plastered with bright heavy makeup. Again. Just on purpose. She ignored Regina's shivering and continued. "So we can discuss the wedding
chapter 256
Nathan is alone, thinking about his life when Doris enters. She tries to confront him, but he just wasn't buying. He was terrified of a whole lot of things. The emotion of our reunion sealed as a perfect photograph in my soul.He had felt so very angry. He'd felt so deeply bloody angry with the universe, with God. Yet that is so unfair. Everything he had struggled for is exactly what he asked to do. He had en route to achieve what he set out to achieve. The pain that was to come with it, the brutal brutal suffering of his soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what he had learned. The anger is because he want to be with her. He want to be with you so much but he had to keep his own counsel, his own direction with only the influence of the divine ether that came to the artist. Artists would get that. They've felt what he felt. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when he would get to say he'd done what he set out to do. He really hoped so. Because that was when we g
chapter 255
Nathan opened the door for Tori to go in and she smiled at his portrayal of a gentleman."Thank you." "You're welcome."She walked in with a small bag in her hand."Here let me help you.""Oh no it's fine, I got it." She replied smiling."I don't like the idea of inconveniencing you in this way."Tori had insisted on following Nathan home after he dropped her at her place. She claims she couldn't leave him alone and let depression take over him."Mr Anakin, I'd like you to know that I have no secret agenda behind this, I just want to make sure you're okay by all times." Tori explained."Why are you saying that? I know you have no hidden agenda Tori.""Then let me be with you in such a crucial time sir… as a confidant." She said with so much sincerity in her tone.Nathan sighed, "as you wish."Now they were together in the apartment, Tori had insisted on preparing dinner but he plainly refused, he still had his mind on Doris and he wondered what kind of things the abductors would be
chapter 254
The door of the station pushed open and barging into the room was Evelyn with the other important women of Ettavile as her minions.Her heels made loud noises as she strolled confidently into the D.P.O's office."Ma'am you can't go in there." A police officer stopped her."My daughter has been kidnapped and I know who did it so move!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from the entrance.Inside the office was Nathan and Tori who had rushed back to the station after their conversation with Evelyn."I know who the culprit is! Which station is it?" Evelyn yelled at Nathan."Uhm, I can't seem to remember the name… the huh.. the one located just at the end of delmer street.""Be there by the time I get there.""Wait what?"Evelyn hung up the phone then faced her group members."We're going to the police station ladies.""What for?" One of the women asked."To report a little rat."Nathan jumped on his feet and picked up his jacket."What's going on?" Tori asked."We have to go back to the
chapter 253
They had no other option than to meet Doris and her husband. The gang stole Drew from us a piece at a time. Every week they pushed him slightly further until not only did he have no morals, he thought that way of thinking was a desirable freedom. His family, we who truly loved him, became his enemy. He looked at us like we were vile to him. Then one day I found him shaking in his bedroom, crying like the sun had been stolen from the sky, his hands slick with another's blood. That's the last time I ever saw the real Drew, in that moment of remorse. After that he sunk so low into his new m.o. that no-one got close unless they were bringing news of the next gang order.Nobody joins a gang without being a lost soul first. No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it's their only option. Yet I can't underestimate this gang boy, however young he is. Until the head of any serpent is removed, you ignore the body at your peril. Given his youth he is perhaps more reachable than an older boy
chapter 252
Owen has nothing, he talks to his wife. He called his mother, they agree to beg Nathan and Doris. Incels, if women were robots then you could push their buttons and make them dispense sex in the way a coffee machine gives coffee. They aren't robots, or fem-iods, or foids, but people. Your hatred of women shows up in who you are, thus at an instinctive level, below the conscious brain, women will fear you. This fear is there to protect them from having sex with a man who does not love them. Women are people. Their "sex" is a form of bonding with the one they are in love with, male or female. People also tend to love a person who loves themselves, who is at ease with who they are. So maybe work on yourself? Build empathy instead of entitlement and hate? Personally, I only have sex with a guy when I love him. Not a robot.The "Incel" according to the Oxford Dick-tionary of "we know everything about you assholes who hide behind fake names and avatars," is short for "Incompetent Celibates
