Book Beautiful Mind Novels & Stories

They should be grateful I stopped at one bone because thinking back on it now, I should’ve finished him off. That would’ve been better, Cleaner and less problematic. Snapping out of my thoughts, I open the door into the office expecting the usual cliché: a gray-haired therapist with knitted eyebrows and soft shoes, the type who talks about childhood wounds while scribbling notes she’ll never use. Instead I freeze because standing in front of me is not a bookish old woman but the most devastatingly beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Yes beautiful! She’s Soft, Perfect, a contradiction of fragility and quiet power. She has this delicate, timid innocence to her

and Beau said, "Thank you." Marigold and Beau walked over to the elevators and Beau pushed the button. They stood by the elevators waiting for one to come. She glanced at Beau and thought, "This place is so beautiful, it's one of the fanciest places I've been. I've never seen anything like it and the fact that Beau was/is willing to pay for us to stay here is amazing. I never thought that Beau was ever this big of a sweetheart. To put me before himself, to spoil me the way he does… He's amazing and he's kind." Beau smiled at her and said, "What is the beautiful Marigold thinking about right now?" Her face turned rose red and she said, "Thinking? I wasn't thinking about anything." Beau chuckl

Celeste The morning came slow and muted, the kind of light that looked half-asleep as it filtered through my curtains. I had barely slept. My mind had been full of gold-inked words and diagrams that refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that book again the sketches of the mind, the symbols for thought and control, and that single phrase that had branded itself into my memory: “Empathy without boundaries becomes madness.” It looped in my head like a prayer and a curse.

Kristen said, grabbing her hair. "Wait a sec, don't tell me it's Daniel, because he's the only one who could do that and go free" Nancy said. "Who else if not that bastard?" Kristen semi yelled angrily. "Ugh, that guy is crossing his boundaries" Abigail said tapping her feet on the ground. Paula could only look at the people she called friends. Such mentally sick people.

Isabella took her seat at her desk with her elbows resting on the surface while her steepled fingers held position directly in front of her face. She kept her gaze fixed on the glass, but her mind was away from it. The gentle blue computer screen lighting shone against her face while she deeply concentrated on thoughts unrelated to her office documents. Her thoughts remained taken by Mafia King Vincent Moreno, who infiltrated her mind through his intense brown eyes.

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

That was when I realized she had been worried about me all along. She knew my parents did not like me, and she had tried to talk to my mom about it. However, my mom had always been biased. Thankfully, my grandmother had always loved me. I told them everything about how Chloe's grades had suddenly improved. "Mr. Morrison, I keep feeling like she can read my mind. Does that kind of thing really exist?" Mr. Morrison said, "Yes, there are mind-reading techniques in Southeast Ousi and the Risha regions. The curse on you is so vicious that it probably came from Southeast Ousi. Before you realized Chloe could hear your thoughts, did you receive any unusual gifts?"

The one who could pass. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Same as you." He leaned close. I smelled tobacco under the soap. Old habit, recently broken. "The notebook. Lin records everything. Every session. Every secret." "Session?" "She's not just blind." He smiled. Sad. Proud. "She's a predator. Finds broken people, fixes them, keeps the pieces. Your 'murder'? Ten years ago? She planted the memory. You were her first project." The door buzzer rang.

I stepped further inside, intending to wait by the couch, but the room's clean aesthetic caught my attention. It was the kind of space that would definitely distract anyone’s attention. Everything in it was deliberate. The wide desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the motorised curtains all made the place look orderly and precise. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the breathtaking view. The books on the shelf and the system architecture. Then I stopped. My eyes landed on a slim dark volume near the edge of the second shelf. The spine was black with silver lettering. Breach Protocol “D”

“It’s been two months since we met. You’re an amazing boss, an amazing person but you’ve had that look since the first time I saw you.” “What look?” She sighs “I don’t want to overstep but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I don’t know what to tell her so I just nod. “Thanks, I’ll be leaving soon.” “Alright, we’ll lock up.” **** I grab a book from the shelf and read the title. ‘The Psychopath’s internal wiring’ I walk over to a seat in the corner and I start to read. A gentle hand taps me, jerking me awake.