A Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

Ms. Perfect likes her psychology exercises. Kate, being the hyper-imaginative daydreamer and overanalyzing girl that she is, always feels like she’s fighting for her life against Ms. Perfect’s mind games. She feels exactly like Beatrice Prior in the serum-induced psych aptitude test.

The sun rose over Denver in a haze of gold and steel, but Jeremy Davis barely noticed. He stood at the window of his office, staring at the battered roof of the Denver Coliseum, feeling the city’s weight on his shoulders. The stadium looked almost fragile from up here, as if the wrong gust of wind could blow it away. He pressed his palm to the glass, thinking of Alexandra, the Cannibals, and the promise he’d made: “I can’t keep looking over my shoulder, Jeremy. Make it stop.”

I thought out loud. “Then what could she have been?” “A witch and a werewolf?” I offered, “But not like the ugly beasts. What if she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen?” “She might have made him see what she wanted him to see.” “Not if she was as innocent -” my voice drifted off into an incoherent mumble and I closed my heavy eyelids. ~*~

Isabella took her seat at her desk with her elbows resting on the surface while her steepled fingers held position directly in front of her face. She kept her gaze fixed on the glass, but her mind was away from it. The gentle blue computer screen lighting shone against her face while she deeply concentrated on thoughts unrelated to her office documents. Her thoughts remained taken by Mafia King Vincent Moreno, who infiltrated her mind through his intense brown eyes.

Getting up, I headed for the bathroom, not because I was obeying Brax but because I hoped a cold shower would somehow lessen the effects of the pills that were now sending every nerve in my body into a frenzy. The ice-cold water hit my skin like a shockwave, attempting to cleanse away the chaos swirling inside me. My mind fought against the fog from the pills, willing itself to focus. I needed to think and plan how I was going to fix this mess that Brax had coursed. I took a deep breath in, and I closed my eyes, counting silently, hoping the cold would jolt my senses back into focus. I couldn't let everything unravel now—not when I was so close to bringing Steve down. But Brax’s interference