Beautiful Minds Book Novels & Stories

“Awesome shot Z” “That was fucking legit ...”. He jumps to his feet and turns toward us, freezing in place in the middle of an inhale, kinda staring at me, like I was the last thing he expected to see. How is it that books describe it ? Like being struck by lightning ... yeah that’s very accurate. I just stand there, staring like an idiot. I mean to my defence I had no idea it was possible to be this ... handsome ... no that's not even it, even though he is ridiculously good looking. It's the pure light shining from within him that has me mesmerised.

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.

Chapter 10: The Unspoken Truth Within the grand halls of the vampire mansion, a mind reader named Eleanor navigated the sea of thoughts that permeated the minds of her kindred. Her keen abilities allowed her to delve into the depths of their innermost musings, and on this fateful night, Bella's mind emerged as a wellspring of conflicting emotions.

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

“I would presume what you’re searching for would be there too,” “I thought as much but it was worth looking,” he said frowning as he scanned the shelf above her head as he walked a few steps away from her scanning the titles as he did so, with an entire foot difference in height between them he towered above her with ease. “Hmm,” she agreed, frowning as her eyes fell on a book with a battered deep blue binding, there was nothing special about the book, the words ‘Deep within the Mind’ written in faded gold bold italics. What had caught her attention was this book looked far less dusty.

".. thank you." "His hair!" Quatra spot the white hair form on Ren before they turned silver. 'Why would he do this for the former Empress? It makes no sense!' "The Mind must always be polished. Even if not used by yourself." Ren did not mind losing the mental energy. It would allow him to sleep like a baby tonight without the visions getting in the way. "Sharing one's mind is not that bad. Definitely help against the social barriers that have popped lately." *Caaawww!* Out of the mental energy, a bird let out a cry. Spreading out inside the room before turning into a living chick. Then a second appeared hopping onto Ren's shoulder before walking over to Balli.

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

--- The Dreaming Field Sophia stood at the center of an endless plain of shifting radiance — a place that looked like starlight woven into mist. When she moved, ripples of color spread outward beneath her bare feet, echoing the rhythm of her heartbeat. She could feel them — not individuals, but threads: countless minds, intertwined, each a fragment of memory, joy, fear, curiosity. Humanity’s collective consciousness shimmered all around her, forming constellations of shared emotion. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Celeste The morning came slow and muted, the kind of light that looked half-asleep as it filtered through my curtains. I had barely slept. My mind had been full of gold-inked words and diagrams that refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that book again the sketches of the mind, the symbols for thought and control, and that single phrase that had branded itself into my memory: “Empathy without boundaries becomes madness.” It looped in my head like a prayer and a curse.

He's nothing like what Victoria said about being ugly and fat! Hearing these thoughts, Daniel glared at me with mock annoyance. I pretended not to understand and looked at him innocently, then grinned.