Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

Roman Damn this woman. I can’t remember ever being so turned on in my life. Yeah, her body looks like the best fucking playground I’ve ever seen, and I want to spend hours, days even enjoying every glorious part of her. But her mind? Holy hell! She’s got a quick wit and is constantly challenging me. I’d be turned on even if she wasn’t the most stunningly sexy and attractive women I’ve ever seen. But that sharp, intelligent mind is wrapped in a gorgeous fucking package.

Janelle Just then, the door kicked open. I turned to look, and behold right outside the door was Damian Cooper, a line of men stood behind him. His presence alone silenced the room. “No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.” As Ashley saw Damian, she stammered, “legendary Damian Cooper?!” Then she fainted. “Ashley! Ashley!” I called, but there was no response. Then I spotted her eyes twitching.

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

I recognize the slightly worn edge on the cover, the way the third page has a tiny tear at the bottom. I stare at it, my brain trying to connect dots that don’t want to be connected. How did this get here? Did Deckard give it to Owen when he was handling my affairs? I shake the thought out of my head. The Newtons are like a bad infection; if I think about them too much, I’ll start seeing symptoms everywhere. I shove the Braille book back onto the shelf, deciding that I’ve had enough memory lane for one morning. I finally settle on a thick, mass-market paperback with a suspiciously shirtless man on the cover...don't judge me, it’s raining...and nestle into the oversized plush armchair by the

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.

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

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

After an entire afternoon, I felt more tired than when I used to process pig feed. However, my seemingly delicate mother moved with boundless energy, wanting to browse through stores until she was completely satisfied. Finally, when I felt like my legs were no longer my own, Mom stopped and contentedly carried her many packages home with me. However, when we got home, the atmosphere was deadly quiet. Daniel sat alone on the living room couch, his brow furrowed in deep thought, and he was actually holding a cigarette. Seeing us come in, he quickly stubbed it out, but looked at me with shame written all over his face.

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

He said, clarifying her thoughts, but it felt so invasive. "Stop that." Harlow quickly replied, and she didn't appreciate some stranger reading every thought in her brain. "Stop what?" "Stop reading my mind; it's rude." A ghost of a smile lingered upon his lips as the words left her mouth. "Your mind is easy to read, like an open book." An open book? Harlow couldn't help but feel slightly offended, or was she supposed to be flattered by the comment? However, there wasn't a hint of flattery within his tone; it was as if he was calling her mind weak.