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Laura POV I Can't stop the thoughts that flood my mind. My brain reacts to Maxwell’s actions by seizing up like muscle memory. Right now, there isn’t a single thought without a filter. I gasp for a breath as I reach my room, sheltering inside for some privacy, but I’m not alone with the loudness inside my head. One hand is pressed firmly against my chest, and the other grips my hair. I groan in agony, desperate for these voices and impulses to leave me alone and spare me some peace.

Louis point of view Power. It had a taste, a weight, a feel that most people couldn’t understand. But I knew it intimately. Power was like a fire in your chest, burning, consuming, demanding. And Today, I would claim what should have been mine all along. Brown Enterprises was no longer Eva’s playground. It was my battlefield, and I was going to win.

She read the prompts from the book, keeping her tone low and soft to not disrupt our mediation process. “Imagine you are at the beach. Imagine what you can feel. What you can hear. What you can smell. Can you feel the soft and warm sand under your bare toes? Can you smell the salt from the ocean and hear the waves coming to shore? Can you feel the light breeze and the warmth of the sun? Can you hear the seagulls around the beach? Imagine that you’re safe and nobody can hurt you where you are. Nobody is in danger, and nothing can touch you. Imagine your thoughts are like clouds and you see them drifting in and out of your view of the sky. Allow these thoughts to come naturally and watch them

she said, turning to me, “You must learn how to focus your energy.” I nodded slowly, listening attentively. She stepped closer and gently placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart. “All of your power lives inside you,” she said. “But it only listens when you are calm and your mind is clear.” I tried to focus on her words. I tried to quiet the noise in my head. But it was hard. I had so many thoughts running around. Thoughts about Selene’s death, about the Circle, about Isla’s mom, about the person who paid her to kill me and my baby, and about everything I didn’t understand about myself.

She says, and I run my hands over my teeth, looking at her, she's dressed in a blue leggings, and a black crop top, she looks divine, but I am supposed to help her train, not droll over her like a creep. "Your powers are usually caused by an outburst of emotions, anger, pain, fear, show me something." I say, and nothing happens. "Think about Cyprus, about Zoe, she lied to you, used you, slept with your boyfriend, and she was ready to kill you, think about them, together in bed, fucking, making a fool of you, think about it, how it was all a lie, how -- " I am thrown backwards, and everything goes black.

I say, feeling dejected. “Hey, chin up. There’s just ten laps left. Finish strong.” I nod my head even though I know she can’t see me, trying to soak up her positive affirmations. I won’t let this break me. I hit the gas and right as I finish my 195th lap, a short jolt of pleasure rushes through my body. I grit my teeth, clenching all the muscles in my cunt. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts. Broccoli.

“Yeah, that. Like what I told you. The thought—your force field—is the area of influence. Anything outside of it won’t be affected by your power. The size varies from thinker to thinker. It expands from your temple since the brain is the source of your thought ability. It’d be complicated if I told you more about it. But that’s the gist of it.” “But I didn’t release a thought when I morphed the pebble. My eyes were closed the whole time.” “You did. You just didn’t see it since, as you mentioned, your eyes were close. Also, someone with sharp focus can perceive a thought even when it’s faint—and it’s a huge advantage when two thinkers face off. Here, try morphing the pebble again but keep you

He needs to be rational with his thoughts and actions because only then will he be able to make the right decisions and be in a much calmer state of mind. Louis picked up after the third ring and she whispered, "How are you feeling?" No words, she only heard loud breathing, like he was chasing his next breath. This confirmed her thoughts. "Louis, listen to me, honey, you will find him, just breathe, and relax your mind, calm your soul and you will find him."

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

I turned to the human, saying, counting on myself to either give this compelling thing I try at being good or forever remain a weird hybrid that would never come to terms with her powers. “Remember the key word, power. Free your mind from any thoughts outside what you're about to perform now...” I did as she'd said, sieving the only thought I had that had kept my mind occupied for days. Van fucking Chure. “I was about to say he is yet to lose his memory in exactly 30 minutes, so channel your thoughts to the human in front of you, revise the compelling speech, and tell it to him,” Manny voiced from behind me. It would have been easy to focus if there wasn't one quiet voice ringing in my fucke