Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He asks her, “What's on your mind?” “A little bit of everything and a whole lot of nothing.” “Gee, that a little bit cryptic and a whole lot of vague,” Heath playfully retorts, making her laugh. She adores this playful side of him that she feels that she so rarely gets to see. “It is just that my mind is in shambles this morning and all of my thoughts are jumbled. I have so many things that I am thinking of, I can not merely choose one thing.” Heath seems to understand Kimmy's words because he nods his head against her neck.

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.

A sweet voice sounded near me causing me to jump. I raised my head to see an enchantress. Everything about her was perfection; deep, blue eyes juxtaposing her long golden locks, cherry red lips, and a perfect figure. Her face flushed slightly and she said, “Thank you for your high appraisal. Some people think that my beauty makes me a weak person.” “How did you know… can you read my mind?” I asked in an appalled voice. “I can’t read minds but I can sense moods. With years of experience, I am quite proficient in guessing…”

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?

Another sigh escaped him, this one edged in irritation. While he waited, he studied the Maddox woman. She was cute, doe-eyed, with a shy smile and svelte, but curvy build. And one of the most sensual mouths he’d ever seen, framed up nicely by the shoulder-length cut of her dark hair. She was also big-time brainy. The book she’d been reading was a veritable War and Peace, full of long strings of complex equations he’d seen as he wandered by casually, scoping her out.