Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”

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

She eased up, her hair tumbling over her bare shoulder, golden moonlight illuminating her. "When I first read the book and realized it wasn’t a joke, I wondered how you could have known me when we’d never met." "And you figured out the answer." His words were a statement, not a question. He’d known his woman was smart. She was the perfect combination of beauty and intelligence. "Yes. I dreamed of you before I ever read the book. Saw you chained, but never spoke to you. Now I think they were visions rather than dreams." "But why did I have visions of myself before I used my magic?"

“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

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

I raised a brow, putting one and one together. Beauty. Money. In private. Clients. Prostitution? Prostitution. “Are you talking about….. sex?” The left corner of her lips curled into a smirk as she raised her hands, clapping like a Disney princess. “Beauty plus brains.” “I thought this was about art.” I froze. “I thought…” My voice cracked before the sentence could find its strength. “I thought this was about art.” Rihanna tilted her head, studying me like I was some naive little girl who still believed there were monsters under her bed.

The sharp crack echoed in the dressing room. The powerful magic behind the slap sent her flying. Crash! Gene slammed heavily into the vanity sink, hair messy, blood leaking from her mouth. Before she could even crawl up, a cold light flashed in my eyes. Telekinesis activated. An invisible force slammed onto the back of her head, forcing her face hard into the sink basin. "Mmph! Let me go!" She thrashed wildly like a dying fish. I slowly pulled a silk handkerchief from my sleeve, elegantly wiping her foundation off my fingers.

Roseanne feels a little guilty for making Polina go through so much trouble but the fae Captain has become a good friend to her over the past few days and she is glad for her hard work. Quietly pulling the book out of her bag, Roseanne starts to read it. “Men persevere when they have the alignment of their two minds,” Roseanne reads. “Conscious and subconscious mind. The conscious mind contains all the positive and negative thoughts which define our subconscious mind…” She keeps on reading with apt attention. There are no spells in this part of the book but rather a set of instructions. “Aligning the two minds?” she wonders out loud. Does it mean me and Gaia?