2am Thoughts Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the longing… that was heavier. At 5:42 a.m., he gave up pretending to rest and stood. Made coffee. Opened the window. Let the early morning air cool the heat that clung to his thoughts. The city was still asleep, but his thoughts were louder than ever. He didn’t know how to fix the pieces they’d broken. But he knew one thing—he wasn’t giving up. Not on her. Not on them. --- Amelia sat at her kitchen counter, barely touching her toast. Her head rested in her palm, eyes vacant. The kettle whistled behind her, but she didn’t move. The air in her apartment felt like a bubble—too quiet, too still.

Amaury agreed to come to the camp because he thought he might find a solution to his problems or at least find the cause of the delay in getting a grip of his powers but nothing seemed to be working. “You're letting your troubled thoughts seep through the crack in your heart. You're letting them cloud your concentration and they're weakening the pillars you've built. If you let them gain ground and take control, those pillars would come crashing down and that's why you're unable to concentrate. Focus on the sound of the ocean”. Her voice came again and he chastised himself for being disobedient again but he couldn't stop his mind from drifting away from concentration. “Mom could've died from

Whether it was a serious thought or simply a rememberance, the more she thought about him the more it pulled him towards her. The last few times he had shown up, it had all been because she had been thinking about him. He had thought it must have been some kind of problem that caused her to think about him but when he reached there he realised that it wasn’t the case. He was smug to say the least. Though it might not be fair to her in terms of privacy, he found solace in the fact that he could have no idea about the nature of her thinking. She could be cursing him out or even professing her love for him in her head but it would have the same vibe of calling not allowing him to discern any so

You were given the truth. The ink flowed steadily. Calmly. Like a confession already accepted. You saw what exists beyond creation. The horizon trembled. The Threshold pulsed. The room brightened. Ama felt something break loose inside her mind. A memory. Vast. Terrifyingly vast. Not details. Scale. Perspective. Standing somewhere beyond stars. Beyond time. Beyond existence itself. Looking outward. Seeing something. Understanding something. The memory vanished before she could grasp it. But the feeling remained.

Kelson. At the office, I couldn't concentrate. The mental image of Amara's body kept occupying my thoughts. I tried looking at my files to see if I can waive those thoughts off. But instead, it alleviates. My presentation was in a few minutes time and I have not gone through what I have scrambled down. What the hell is wrong with me? I stood up from my seat and paced around the office trying to remove any demonic thoughts from my mind. I should have been alert and not allow a woman to seduce me into sleeping with her while drunk.

It's just not being able to mate and bond with our mate is taking a toll on me. I should not think like this but this keep coming in my mind. To stop these my wrong thought I grabbed on to Noah hand. I can feel his unease. He is probably having same thought as me. So when we reached Aman' s room. We sat on his bed. I kissed on Noah hand to assure him that everything will be alright. even though I am not that sure. We kept hold onto each other hands while waiting for Aman. like my life depends on it or maybe it did. I am having really bad thoughts right now.

She tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back. Amira took a deep breath and forced herself to concentrate on her work. She began drafting an email to one of her clients, but her mind kept drifting. After a while, she gave up. She couldn't focus on her work, not with her thoughts so consumed by Derrick. She got up from her desk and started pacing around the room, trying to clear her head. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

The recovery rate of the lady is indeed amazing. After both the servants left to retire for the night, Amaryah thought she could be alone at last and had time to think. However, not very long after, eerie giggles surfaced from the back of her mind. She sighed and opened her eyes. "A week is enough, right?" she asked in her mind. "Yes!" "Enough!" "More than enough!" Amaryah winced from the echoes bouncing back and forth in her mind. She unconsciously knocked on the side of her head and complained with a frown.

This is how Amy compared her death-defying situation. While crawling toward the back of the armored truck, Amy tried not to fall. She realized that crawling across the roof of an armored truck was much harder than she thought it would be. Negative scenarios kept erupting in Amy’s mind. She saw herself slipping and falling off the truck and getting run over by the truck’s tires. She saw herself getting blown to smithereens from the truck exploding prematurely, instantly killing her and her baby inside the truck. Amy stopped crawling for a second and she closed her eyes while taking a deep breath and telling her mind to shut up. She told herself that she had no time for negative thoughts.

She gave me the water I needed to quench my thirst and she didn't even leave the bed. “Have you stopped to think about how you could be the problem?” Jay, my dearest and happy wolf; he hasn't been this happy in forever: murmured to me. How could I be the problem when I had been anxious and worried about Amanisa for the past two days? It would have been three days if she didn't wake up today. “You said you loved her? How sure are you that you aren't just scared of losing an addiction? Plus addiction might look like love-”