Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

She is not a morning person so the beauty of morning is alluring her heart calming her unstable soul. She decided to walk in the park situated in her society complex. Without a care in the world, she was walking aimlessly, occupied deep in her own thoughts when suddenly she saw a man in his late twenties sitting alone. He is very handsome and tall like some model but alas! He is blind. She goes near him because she knows everyone in her society but not him. "Maybe he is new here,," she thought The thing which caught her eyes was that the man was holding her book "Flames and Roses".

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

came the teasing remark of mine, and her eyes immediately cast downward. “For my first class today, you’re going to act as my assistant, and I don’t want any drama from you. So I don’t care whatever bullshit is spiraling through your head.” She shook her head, muttering a “yes sir,” which seemed satisfactory to me. “Get the book titled The Mind of Mental Health on the shelf.” I got myself seated, opening my laptop to get my day started, but some minutes passed, and the supposed book wasn’t on my table.

she continued, complaining in her mind, which was becoming increasingly chaotic. Once again, Emily smacked her own lips and then ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Apparently, being close to the handsome man next to her was causing her already glitchy brain to malfunction even more. It seemed like her mind needed to be completely reinstalled to remove the deadly viruses that had almost paralyzed her already contaminated brain from the romantic novels she had read.

Alex joined me on the blanket as we dig to get our food. "What made you think about a picnic as our first date?" "I wanted to show you my safe heaven. Sometimes I come here to clear my mind and feel at peace. I thought it would be perfect for our first date. And the picnic would be starting us of small." "It's a beautiful spot. How long have you been coming up here?" "Not that long. I only use it for serious situations. Situations where I might feel safer here than at my own home." "Why?" "My life is just..different."

I shook my head firmly, “No. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if he’s legit or not.” “How does it work anyway?” “What? The mind reading?” Adam nodded. I shrugged, “There isn’t much to it. I just - I don’t know - look at someone and listen to their inner voice I guess.” “And it only works on the humans?” “So far.” I chuckled, “But I can tell what that devious smile is all about.” “Yeah, Alex the mind-reader, what am I thinking right now.” I punched him in the shoulder as I stood up, “That you wish you had my power so you could understand why Amelia is still upset with you.”

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.

she declared. I couldn't help but flash a shy smile, silently giving her credit in my heart. 'At least she's got good taste.' Her face lit up with joy, and she laughed happily. 'No wonder you're the kind of woman who always books the top male models at the club!' I exclaimed in my mind. The air around us grew noticeably tense, as if everyone was holding their breath. 'She has the guts to book them but not to follow through. Every time, she just ends up playing poker with them in bed till morning!' I laughed silently.

a woman said softly. She was beautiful. Her hair was almost white. It was flowing down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were blue and glowing. She had soft features. Her skin looked soft, and I wanted to touch it. “Thank you, Emma.” she said. “I think that you are beautiful too.” My eyes widened. Was she reading my mind? She chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Emma.” she said. “I am reading your mind.” I froze. How was that possible? Was she…?

Ryan My mind was a jumbled mess as I made my way to my childhood home, my confrontation with Samantha swirling through my thoughts. When I’d walked into the bookstore, the first thing that’d struck me was how gorgeous she was. Her body had matured, and she’d gotten curvier. Her dark brown hair was still long and the way it’d fallen around her shoulders made it seem soft and luxurious. I’d wanted to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I remembered. Seven years ago, she’d been short and slim and shy. In the bookstore, she’d tilted her head back and her golden eyes had burned with determination as she’d gazed up at me. I’d grown heated at the mere sight of her.