Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

Even though I knew it wasn’t so, I just couldn’t help but to feel that way. Across the room, a woman sat behind a glass desk that had a neatly arranged pile of books and folders. A MacBook sat comfortably in the middle and she stopped typing on it as I entered the office. From what I could see, she was wearing a peach gown with a low cut neck that exposed an insane amount of olive colored flesh. I was sure that those large breasts of hers would spill over if she made the mistake of bending forward. “Good morning. I am Derrick Matthews,” I said, breaking the silence.

The problem is I started to feel headache when I looked at it “Do you need these books in nursing?” I asked but he remained silent for a second “I am just fascinated on how our mind works so I started reading this kind of books” he answered After he scanned almost all of the books he didn’t buy any because he has already copy of all of those “Then why you scanned those when you have already a copy of them?” I asked “To test if you will let go off my hand” he said My brows furrowed because of confusion “what?”

“I would presume what you’re searching for would be there too,” “I thought as much but it was worth looking,” he said frowning as he scanned the shelf above her head as he walked a few steps away from her scanning the titles as he did so, with an entire foot difference in height between them he towered above her with ease. “Hmm,” she agreed, frowning as her eyes fell on a book with a battered deep blue binding, there was nothing special about the book, the words ‘Deep within the Mind’ written in faded gold bold italics. What had caught her attention was this book looked far less dusty.

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

'She wants to leave. The words of her telling she will leave after that one time echoed in his heart. He gripped his hand. Veins showed and his nails pierced his skin. However, he didn't feel pain as he had numbed it with the one in his heart. 'I am so stupid.' There wasn't anyone in the world who can provoke him that hard, other than her. She was the only one with the handles of his heart and the reign over his sanity. Even now, she was still in his thoughts, however, she was like a star in the sky, so beautiful, so shiny, but at the same time, so far away.

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

"Are you deaf or just incompetent?" I blinked, snapping back into my body, and quickly straightened the stack in front of me like that might undo however long I'd actually zoned out for. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "What were you looking for?" She rolled her eyes, dramatic, exaggerated. "Unbelievable. You work in a bookstore and you can't even pay attention." "I'm sorry." I repeated again "You already said that." I swallowed the anger rising in my throat. "Do you have The Silent Patient?"

No matter how much he stared, he could never get enough of her. His girl moved with such quiet purpose, so ordinary and entirely captivating. He barely glanced at the rest of the flat. It was cozy, simple and perfect for one person. Killian stepped closer. His gaze roamed the small living room, imagining her living so simply. When he reached the television stand, his cold eyes fell on a white book resting neatly in front of it. He picked it up and scanned the title: ‘How to Get Rid of Depression.’ Curiosity piqued. Killian flipped it open and noticed lines carefully highlighted.

A woman approached Jacob who was reading a book, the woman continued to watch from a distance until she approached Jacob in his chair. "Excuse me." Jacob immediately looked up at the beautiful woman in front of him. The woman smiled and said, "I see you're so focused on reading the book that you didn't notice the book was upside down." Jacob felt embarrassed and immediately turned his book upside down. He did not notice because he saw this woman. "I usually read like this," Jacob replied, shaking off his embarrassment. The woman laughed and sat down in front of Jacob. Jacob was stunned to be mesmerized by the beauty of the woman he had always liked. He never thought she would come to him.