Books About Mind Reading

Sa taong 2030, sa lungsod ng Maynila, magtatagpo ang dalawang taong galing sa magkaibang mundo. Elaine Santos—isang simpleng babae mula sa isang maralitang pamilya, determinadong gawin ang lahat para mailigtas ang kanyang kapatid na may malubhang karamdaman. Nang mawalan ng pag-asa at pagkakakitaan, mapipilitan siyang tanggapin ang isang alok na magbabago sa kanyang kapalaran. Aidan Velasquez—isang batang negosyante at bilyonaryong kilala sa kanyang lamig, determinasyon, at pusong sarado sa pagmamahal. Sa mata ng publiko, siya ay perpekto. Ngunit sa loob, siya'y wasak—binuo ng pagkabigo, at nilason ng isang nakaraang hindi niya matahimik. Ang kanilang landas ay magtatagpo sa pamamagitan ng isang kasunduan—isang isang-taong kasal kapalit ng tulong pinansyal para sa kapatid ni Elaine. Sa simula, malinaw ang mga hangganan: walang damdamin, walang komplikasyon, isang kontrata lang. Pero sa bawat araw ng pagiging "asawa" ni Aidan, mararamdaman ni Elaine ang paglamlam ng kanyang mga pader. Unti-unti, binubuksan niya ang pintuan ng kanyang puso—hindi lang kay Aidan kundi sa lahat ng taong nakapaligid dito. At si Aidan, sa kabila ng kanyang malamig na maskara, ay masusubok harapin ang katotohanan ng kanyang nakaraan—lalung-lalo na ang sakit na iniwan ni Selene Navarro, ang babaeng minsan niyang minahal. Habang tumatagal, mas lumalalim ang komplikasyon. Lilitaw ang mga lihim. Mabubunyag ang mga sugat. At masusubok ang tibay ng damdamin sa gitna ng mga kasinungalingan, takot, at responsibilidad. Sa huli, ang tanong: Ang pag-ibig ba ay kailangang ikontrata—o ito'y malayang nararamdaman sa tamang panahon?

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

When the heat wave hit, I was working at the National Weather Service and was the first to spot the climate irregularities. I warned my family to get ready ahead of time. My parents trusted me without question. They even proposed starting a "family survival fund." They told me to use the savings I'd built up since graduating to stock up on supplies, promising that they and my little sister would chip in every dollar they had too. If we were going to make it, we had to stick together as a family. I smiled. "Sure. I'll take care of the plans." That same night, I converted every penny into gold and locked it in a safe. I also went all out into building an apocalypse-proof bunker. When doomsday finally came, they showed up demanding the money we'd pooled together. "Hand over all the gold," they said coldly. "A deadweight like you is just wasting resources by staying alive." Smiling, I tossed them the safe with the gold inside, then sealed the bunker, locking them out completely. Laughing triumphantly, they opened the safe… and stared in shock at what they saw inside.

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?

26-years-old Stacy Cyrus is living her life in a very normal way: working in a small newspaper company; feeding her stray cat occasionally; indulging herself reading books; going to the nearest cafe for Strawberry cakes. Until one her best friend, Mikaela pleads with her to help in her job in a royal suite. All she needs to do is wear a nice dress, put on makeup and wait until Mikaela comes. But she hasn't signed up for a handsome, tall man to appear in the room in a tuxedo and demanding her to strip.

Are you ready to be taken on the journey of your life? To feel emotions you never expected to be able to feel just from reading a book? A series full of drama, love, and s*x! Alena is nothing but ordinary, or as she sees herself anyway. With a bad past, she hides away from anything and anyone. When her housemates force her to celebrate her party, Alena finds herself going home with one of her housemate's brothers. Only their passionate affair is cut short when the housemates arrive back home. With Jackson now on her mind, Alena steps out of her comfort zone to date him, only he has secrets hidden, one which he is afraid Alena will take the wrong way. His business is not for the faint-hearted, and well, Alena is one for fainting. Alena - A university student, living in the UK. She had to take time out due to a bad relationship. Jackson - A millionaire, with a dirty secret and a business that makes people stare wide-mouthed. He is a navy seal and sees his team as his family. His likes are selective! WARNING! This whole series involves scenes of BDSM, such as but not limited to, CNC, Punishments and funishments. Knife, fire, wax, and needle play. Voyeurism, humiliation, Bondage, Rope Bunnies, Breath play, Cuckolding, Edge play. I'm sure you get the picture, it involves a lot of aspects of BDSM. Not only these but the books also include FF, MFF, MFM, FFF, FMF and also RH style (3 men 1 woman) and lastly MFFFM. The books are not just happy smut either! As it features navy seals, there is also aspects of Kidnapping, attempted rape, talk of DV, drugging, addiction, torture and more! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Leah is injured in the woods where Zachary’s wolf finds her. Before Leah passes out, she sees the werewolves transform into humans. She is treated by a girl when she wakes up who was sent by Zachary. Leah meets Zachary before she is taken home. Leah is still stunned as she gets home. She hadn’t known that Winstonville would be crawling with such creatures. She recalls what brought her to Winstonville with her mother in the first place, which is the death of her father. Leah arrives for the first day at school and meets Amelia. Amelia helps her adjust. Surprisingly, she sees Zachary in school and promises to approach him. Leah is late for biology class and is surprised to see Zachary who turns out to be her lab partner. She tries to start a conversation with him but he is disinterested. Leah is disappointed. The Elders of the Den are angry that Zachary exposed their secret to a human. Zachary challenges them with mad leaves. He thinks about Leah and how irked at her presence. His wolf feels otherwise. Leah tried to speak to Zachary in school again but he is still disinterested. Leah still doesn’t give up. She notices how Olivia is close to Zachary and feels that they are a thing. In class, she sits with Olivia coincidentally and she explains her relationship with Zachary.

When I woke up, I had somehow become trapped in the body of my disobedient daughter. I had sacrificed everything, living frugally to send her to the best school. Yet, she called me almost daily, claiming—like someone trapped in a paranoid delusion—that her teachers and classmates were out to harm her. She was willful and rebellious, picky about food, befriending the wrong crowd, and even dating a troublemaker at a young age. As a sister, she was far from kind, constantly bullying her younger brother. And school? Surely, it couldn’t be harder than working a full-time job. But then, as I lived in her shoes, a group of girls cornered me in the restroom, kicking me mercilessly. Returning home, I was met not with care but with a sorry excuse for a meal. Only then did I begin to understand the pain my daughter had endured...

My husband was dead. He had saved a girl from drowning, yet he himself perished in the icy river. As I sank into a chasm of grief, the girl's father appeared at my door. He glared at me and demanded, "Where is my daughter's necklace? She was wearing it before she fell into the water!" Rage surged through me, and in the heat of our confrontation, he ended up dead. Then my phone… came alive. "Hide the body. The police are coming. I'll teach you how to dispose of a corpse…"

I am a doctor who specializes in treating infertility. People liked to joke and call me the "Life-Bringer." By day, I worked at the hospital, handling the toughest, most puzzling cases. By night, I used something called the Spirit Bride Rite, a long-lost ritual from ancient times to preserve a man's ability to have children, even after he had just passed. It was a method that went against nature and drained me dry, so I didn't take just any job. I worked for the wealthy. My starting fee was 600 thousand dollars. That day, I had barely taken a sip of champagne at a client's grandson's baby shower before an urgent request came in. If I counted right, this would be my 17th husband.