2am Thoughts Summary Novels & Stories

"That's what I thought." She thinks: deny me if you can. She thinks: try to deny this. She thinks: two wolves in a summit hall twenty-nine years ago, thinking the same thought from different directions at the same moment, neither of them knowing the other was thinking it. She thinks: twenty-nine years of neither of them able to. She puts her hand in his. Palm to palm. The bond hums. The dawn comes up. The camp wakes. She thinks: yes. She thinks: still.

“Yeah. Thinkers are divided into three margins—green, orange, and red.” “Like a traffic light? Green means good, red means bad?” Chevonne shrugged. “Maybe. But to clarify, green margin thoughts are the rarest and most powerful. Thinkers in this category can’t even be classified or measured by a teacher. There are only two known thought abilities in the green margin, and they’re considered the greatest of all thinkers.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “And the red margin?” “That one’s more straightforward. Red margin thoughts are dangerous. They can directly harm—or even kill—someone.”

******************************************************" I was worried about Amelia's outburst. Ever since I came into the office this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said to me. Never had I seen her as angry as she had been this morning. I thought back to all I said yesterday and even today, wondering if I said anything wrong. After a minute or two, I concluded that there was nothing I could possibly have said to upset her. So, what suddenly went wrong? My thoughts drifted and dwelt on the possibility of Amelia getting pregnant with my child. Just the thought of it made me break out in a cold sweat.

I hated to admit it, but somehow Amelia had wormed her way into my brain. I had been laser-focused on vengeance against MID for so long, and I was stunned to find myself thinking about her when I was busy doing other things. During work, I'd wonder if she was having a good day. At night when I tried to sleep, thoughts of her would creep into my psyche. It was fucking infuriating.

Then I thought to myself, "Harper, you are in deep trouble." "Did you see yourself at all?" she asked me, concerned. "It looks like you are having bad thoughts in your mind, with the way you were moving your lips and using your tongue to wet your lips, with your hand at the side of your neck, staring into space. Can I get water, please?" I asked Amelia so I could give myself time to recover while she was away to get water for me. "Josh would be the death of me, see what he is making me do, thinking about our time together this last week coupled with the wet dream I had."

I texted her where I went, because I don't want her feeling like I just left her this morning. I head to my office and lock the doors behind me. I slide into the leather chair in fron of my desk and put my head down and work on some of my tasks. Thoughts of yesterday and last night plague my thoughts, making it almost impossible to get anything done. My mind keeps travelling to the vampires and Blood Moon, and I wonder what kind of deal they had struck up. An idea suddenly crosses my brain, and I don't know why it took me so long to think it up. Amikat's POV