Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

The one who could pass. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Same as you." He leaned close. I smelled tobacco under the soap. Old habit, recently broken. "The notebook. Lin records everything. Every session. Every secret." "Session?" "She's not just blind." He smiled. Sad. Proud. "She's a predator. Finds broken people, fixes them, keeps the pieces. Your 'murder'? Ten years ago? She planted the memory. You were her first project." The door buzzer rang.

“It’s been two months since we met. You’re an amazing boss, an amazing person but you’ve had that look since the first time I saw you.” “What look?” She sighs “I don’t want to overstep but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I don’t know what to tell her so I just nod. “Thanks, I’ll be leaving soon.” “Alright, we’ll lock up.” **** I grab a book from the shelf and read the title. ‘The Psychopath’s internal wiring’ I walk over to a seat in the corner and I start to read. A gentle hand taps me, jerking me awake.

This is a new story. what do you think about Brandon and Lauren relationship? Are you expecting more of them? "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

PLAYLIST: IMAGINE ( GNASH) Your heart and your instincts are far more reliable than your brain. When you follow your heart, you can be sure you won't regret it later. Even if you calculate your every move, it's not like life ever goes according to plan.-Nithya Menen Gisella's POV

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.

“It was my mom's favorite book. She always said that it reminded her of her grandfather. He died when she turned eleven and she said that he left a hole in her heart that could never be filled. I feel that even though Santiago was not a real character, he was a hole in someone's heart that could not be filled.” “I imagine that he was,” Adam says, just watching her closely. “Anyways. Thank you so much for showing this to me. Your library is amazing.” She goes to walk past him, but he catches her hand. When she looks up at him, he is giving her a teasing smile that she finds incredibly sexy. “Is that all?” “What do you mean?” Bella asks him, unsure of what his question is asking of her. “Well,

I totally mean what I've said. "Don't you still get it, Plinio?" She exhales, tapping her feet along with the beats. "The strangeness of the human mind, the thing we have in here," she taps my head, " it is ... absurd. One moment we are so happy, we feel like floating. And then, in a split of a second, something happens or something flashes in our mind, and we come falling down to the ground. Why does it happen?" "Because of that absurd thing called brain?" I shrug and she's got a point. I was angry at Celeste for meddling with that robber, then she said something and I wasn't angry anymore. I became sad, perhaps, but not angry.

And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

I planted a thought in my mind: "There's no point in calling the police. Since she's pregnant, they can only arrest her, not detain her. It's better to send her to a psychiatric hospital." Mom immediately changed her plans after hearing my thoughts. "Call a psychiatric hospital! This woman has gone mad!" Yvette kept shouting, "Why couldn't you just stay in the countryside? Why did you go to donate your blood? Couldn't you have laid low? Why did you have to be discovered? How is it fair that you get everything without lifting a finger?