Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

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.

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.

Trapped with only her thoughts and memories. Cara groaned quietly in frustration. She was restless. She scanned the room for something, anything to busy herself with. As she did her eyes landed on a crossword and sudoku book laying on her bed tray. But someone had pushed the bed tray over by the far wall. It was beyond her reach. Cara considered whether she should try to get up and retrieve the book or not for a moment. No one had told her she couldn't get up out of bed. She assumed it would be OK. Besides it would probably feel good to stretch her legs a bit.

A kitchen, huge TV lounge decorated with a wall TV screen that was attached to multiple gadgets of gaming consoles, music players, home theaters and much more. The bedrooms were decorated with glass walls, covered with thick curtains to prevent any eye watching the activities going on inside. It had a terrace too, facing two sides of the road with a corner. It was a home to the three of them. They were practically joined hip to hip, inseparable and insatiable. They were the HEART MIND and SOUL of each other, since childhood, throughout their high school, till now, excelled in their respective fields, yet madly in love with each other. Sounds crazy!

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

Everything felt like it was closing in on me and I couldnt understand as to why I was being told that I needed to be silent for the victims that passed in the auditorium and that I was going to face serious jail time. Arriving at the station I look through the window of the back seat I could see a swat team waiting in the front with the their bullet proof vests and their guns that were automatic, I sigh and wince at the pain that was coursing from my wrists to my gut as I was yanked at last second out of the vehicle and pushed to move foward. I look up pleading for help and all I get is guns pointed straight at me no one willing to help me. When we reach the top of the steps I see my reflect

Her weird sense of deja vu or call it whatever it was back. Suddenly it was her and the rich heiress in the room, it was as if her mind, a small voice was trying to tell her to remember. Only no recollections of Kimberly Cervantes came to mind no matter how hard she stared. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to share my sincerest gratitude for everyone who showed up today for this worthy cause. Remember by donating the little that-" She stopped and although Ruby was delusional at the moment, she could swear that Kimberly Cervantes was staring at her, a faint of recognition in her eyes before she uttered,

Perhaps, the magic book had taught him to read minds and he could now tell the words I was about to tell him even before I said them. "Have you learnt to read minds? Tell me," I said. I was going to sit up but he made me remain lying while my hand was still in his. "You do not have to spring up with such energy anymore. You have to be extremely careful now, beauty.” He said. "But that does not answer my question..how do you know what I am about to tell you? Pray tell," I insisted. He had said that I did not need to carry myself up with such energy and that was a suggestion that he had an idea about what I was saying. Was it not pregnant women that such things were told to?

Introduction: Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore. Read and enjoy.... ********** "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.