Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.

i hear a deep voice from behind me and i cringed a little I follow like a little girl from behind kyle and he led to a room,which by the looks of it,it was a study,it had a large bookcase which had a humongous bookshelf and it was all filled with books and walk towards the shelves and they were filled with literature and most were from my favorite author and the rest were Shakespeare "You like?" He asked coming close to me and the heat of us being alone in a closed room made me get wild thoughts and it was usually not my style to think of those things so i moved away

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

Silas I sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white. I can't stop thinking about Beatrice. I lean back in my chair, undo the top button of my dress shirt, and drag a hand down my face. Her image floats behind my eyes. Long dark chocolate hair, wide brown eyes framed with lashes too damn perfect for her own good, and those fucking freckles dusting her nose. She's on my mind all day. Every damn day. At night, it's worse.

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

I smirked, shaking my head as I randomly picked a book from the shelf and gave it to her. She chuckled softly as she read the title. “Think, Fast and Slow. Really, Sky?” She studied the cover and flickered her eyes on me. “You haven’t read this yet.” “I did, once,” I answered. “It’s a good book.” She scanned the pages, reading them as if she was some kind of computer. After a few pages, she looked up and took a deep breath. “I’m keeping this,” She placed the book on the table. “I’m done thinking. Now, let’s do it fast.”

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

With a bit of weight on her belly, lying down was not the most comfortable. Hence, she grabbed a book and went to Uncle Dylan's study to do some studying. She alternated between sitting and lying down. After completing a few questions, she stretched her back and moved her neck when her eyes fell on the books on the shelf. She stood up and circled the bookshelf, overwhelmed by the variety. Not knowing what to read, she approached the corner bookcase with a display window and stared at the books inside. As she was about to pick one randomly, with her standing in that spot and looking at the background reflected in the glass, a scene similar to the one now appeared in her mind.

Brooklyn asked and jumped in shock when Mrs Mental appeared by her and Harry's desk and dropped a text book in front of them. "Page soixante-quinze," Mrs Mental smiled. "Answer questions." Brooklyn stared at the book on the table as Mrs Mental walked away and Harry rolled his eyes at her confused expression. "Page 75," he translated. Brooklyn nodded slightly and reached for the text book at the same time as Harry. Their hands clashed and Brooklyn tensed, feeling the explosion of sparks at his touch. She immediately drew her hand back and placed it in her lap, staring intently at the desk and avoiding Harry's gaze.