Beautiful Minds Book Novels & Stories

It feels like I'm taking advantage of her vulnerable condition. I run my fingers through my hair, taking a deep breath. My mind told me it was wrong, but my heart told me otherwise, which troubled me. Which one should I follow, my heart or my mind? She's beautiful regardless of the bruises that letter on her face, arms, and neck, and I'm sure there are more in her body, but it doesn't hide her beauty. She has thick eyebrows and long lashes, a cute nose, and thin pink lips. And her hair is long that reaches her waist, with a big wave of curls and fair skin. Her appearance is my ideal woman. I'm sure if I accidentally meet her as a stranger in a certain place I'm sure I would be attracted to h

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

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

Suddenly aware of many of the warriors on the training field watching us in curiosity. “Trust me, you are the type of woman most guys would be proud to call theirs. And having your head in a book is irrelevant, Bai, maybe it is to Miles because your intelligence intimidates him, because he is as thick as two short planks. But, a decent guy would see your intelligence, again, as something to be proud of. I think it is fucking awesome you got your degree. And if Miles was any proper sort of man he would too.” Harley says with a smile, and I feel my heart fluttering. Why couldn’t the moon goddess have blessed me with someone like Harley for a mate? He was incredibly sweet and saw the positives

She has no time to buy a different one. She was picked up by Theo at exactly 7 pm that evening and his eyes went round with appreciation as he took in the whole package. He thought he hit the jackpot. While he was rejoicing, Eliza was feeling the opposite. For some reason, the person she has in mind as a date was a European-looking male with deep set gray eyes who happened to be staring at her when they entered the restaurant. Those gray eyes are looking stormy right now as he took in the pair who just entered the restaurant. Eliza's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when her eyes collided with his. Did she just conjure him up. Why is he causing unwanted sensations in her? Isn't she fi

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

"Can I touch you? Really touch you?" My heart thundered. "Yes." His hands cupped my face. Both of them. Warm and gentle and trembling slightly. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." "Tell me." "Your hair falls in waves. Dark. Soft. Your face... it's like something from a painting. Delicate but strong. And your eyes... even though you can't see... they're the most expressive eyes I've ever seen." I leaned into his touch without meaning to.

He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book. “What is it Al-” Jeje comes to Alfi and remains silent when he sees the cover of the book. “Alfi, don’t tell me it is the one?” Jeje averts to Alfi, err his head turns to Alfi. His eyes are just drawing. How could I forget the fact that Jeje is a Jailangkung with a Gundam head? “Exactly,” Alfi said in a serious tone. “What is it, guys? Why are you so serious?” Kartika approaches both of them. ”What book is that any-” Kartika who sees the cover of the book directly smacks their heads really hard that they pass out.

A room filled with mirrors and chains appeared, extending from everywhere to the center of the room, where there was a table with something on it. She took slow steps, and that voice had become clearer now, and his words more clear and understandable Her eyebrows furrowed in astonishment, when she found out that all these chains and locks were for a book Curiosity possessed her and she extended her hand towards it, but as soon as she did that, she saw a great light radiating, and the features of the room disappeared, and everything around her, a woman of wonderful beauty appeared in front of her, in a radiant and bright white dress, and a smile illuminated her beautiful face

Sadly, it isn' Beauty, joana knew, is part of business whatever it is. However, it's wit which was the heart and brain that keeps the thing running accordingly. Looks are just the amulets that invites the customer to stop and have a see. But when the customer stops and sees that the business brings no heart and brain, the trade does not have good ends. However, without the other as well, seldom will customer stop to see the business. Good business displays the amulets as the heart and mind agrees; looks depends on the wit have in the business. Gladly she had both and Susan didn't. By her judgement, she could not wait the woman. A noonriser is no a businesswoman. And it's high time alread