A Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

8 I stare at my laptop and I'm almost half way through finishing my article. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop thinking about that curly man named Benedict Styles and how mesmerizing and striking he is. He has this huge impact on an individual just by being himself and that's crazy. Even the thoughts of him still send shivers down my spine.

Climbing into my Haundai Elontra I start the car only to recieve notifications from my phone when it wasnt even turned on, I turn the bluetooth off and turn the regular radio on, starting the car it sends tingles up my spine and anxiety hits me from the crash I had thought I had months ago, sighing and calming myself down I close the driver door and buckle up turning my music up before I start the vehicle fully and pull out of my driveway. Pulling onto the road I hear the ringtone of my phone blaring on the bluetooth, I ignore the tone and keep driving, I arrive at the stadium and get down running inside the stadium only to see my mother and father and everyone that was attending on the grou

Her weird sense of deja vu or call it whatever it was back. Suddenly it was her and the rich heiress in the room, it was as if her mind, a small voice was trying to tell her to remember. Only no recollections of Kimberly Cervantes came to mind no matter how hard she stared. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to share my sincerest gratitude for everyone who showed up today for this worthy cause. Remember by donating the little that-" She stopped and although Ruby was delusional at the moment, she could swear that Kimberly Cervantes was staring at her, a faint of recognition in her eyes before she uttered,

Sometimes Farhan gets on his nerves to such an extent that he just wishes to beat him to a pulp. Grabbing his phone he transferred money to Farhan's account, so the cocky bastard will buy his heavy bike and stop torturing Hamza with all that teasing. The more he tried to get her out of his head. The more Farhan kept on reminding him about the bet. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. He missed looking into her eyes. He missed her blushing cheeks. He missed her food. F*ck! He has lost his f*cking mind.

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.

I looked at him with a blank face, "Raz... take away a lot of the perkiness and bubbly, cheery, high off skittles attitude and what are you left with?" Ezra looked at me in complete confusion, now lost on what I was saying, "Um... you would get a...still nice, friendly, compassionate girl?" I rolled my eyes, "Who does that remind you of?" "Selena Gomez?" He mumbled, confused and looking at me like I grew a second head. I smacked his arm, "No, idiot. You get pre-trauma Tiffany."

and Beau said, "Thank you." Marigold and Beau walked over to the elevators and Beau pushed the button. They stood by the elevators waiting for one to come. She glanced at Beau and thought, "This place is so beautiful, it's one of the fanciest places I've been. I've never seen anything like it and the fact that Beau was/is willing to pay for us to stay here is amazing. I never thought that Beau was ever this big of a sweetheart. To put me before himself, to spoil me the way he does… He's amazing and he's kind." Beau smiled at her and said, "What is the beautiful Marigold thinking about right now?" Her face turned rose red and she said, "Thinking? I wasn't thinking about anything." Beau chuckl

Kristen said, grabbing her hair. "Wait a sec, don't tell me it's Daniel, because he's the only one who could do that and go free" Nancy said. "Who else if not that bastard?" Kristen semi yelled angrily. "Ugh, that guy is crossing his boundaries" Abigail said tapping her feet on the ground. Paula could only look at the people she called friends. Such mentally sick people.

Janelle Just then, the door kicked open. I turned to look, and behold right outside the door was Damian Cooper, a line of men stood behind him. His presence alone silenced the room. “No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.” As Ashley saw Damian, she stammered, “legendary Damian Cooper?!” Then she fainted. “Ashley! Ashley!” I called, but there was no response. Then I spotted her eyes twitching.

Silas I sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white. I can't stop thinking about Beatrice. I lean back in my chair, undo the top button of my dress shirt, and drag a hand down my face. Her image floats behind my eyes. Long dark chocolate hair, wide brown eyes framed with lashes too damn perfect for her own good, and those fucking freckles dusting her nose. She's on my mind all day. Every damn day. At night, it's worse.