Books About Reading Minds Novels & Stories

I stared at him with incredulous eyes. How he was explaining everything was preposterous. One, I was not his girl. Two, it was not possible to read minds. Many who claimed to do so were frauds and conman looking to make a quick dollar by being cheats. “What do you mean “you heard what they were thinking?” That is impossible” “Why?” “Because people cannot read minds.” “I can read minds, it’s a talent of mine, oddly though, your mind is silent.”

"Jeez, you're good at guessing. I wondered how you knew what book I was holding." She was staring at Brady's reflection in the mirror. He kept his book on its back, so the title was invisible. It made her feel nervous. "If I didn't know you, I'd think you had superpowers," Brady told her. Khali laughed. She gave Brady a look. "What? What did you say? Superpower?" Khali also laughed. "Yes, you seem to know everything, as if you could read our minds," Brady said. —- Khali replied to Sherlock after she remembered Brady.

“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.

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.

There were a lot of weird things about him, especially how he could accurately read minds and rephrase whatever you thought about. I had nothing to prove and did not want to waste my time trying to find out things that were crazy to think of. Nobody in the world would believe me if I told them about the possibility that Chris could read minds. People will think I'm crazy, but I knew that it was somehow true. Maybe he is good at guessing I would say to me in an attempt to divert my attention.

He looked so at ease it made me wonder how he’d even been reading in the dark. Lycans might see well, but reading in pitch black? “You’re right,” he said, voice casual as he shut the book with a quiet thud and stood up. “We can’t read in the dark.” My lips parted slightly as I stared at him. Could he really read minds, or was I just that easy to figure out? “If you’re wondering how I know what you’re thinking,” he added, gesturing loosely to his own face, “You’re expressive. It’s all written here.”

The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist

After that, I spend an hour in the gym downstairs, and then I grab some lunch before wandering into the rec room with a book my dad sent me called Finding Your Center: The Busy Woman's Guide to Inner Peace and Tranquility. I make it three pages before I start to feel antsy. It's too easy to let my mind wander while I'm reading. My thoughts keep going back to my argument with Luca last night. Or to our practice session last week. Or to a dozen other little things I've promised myself I won't think about.

I caught on fairly quickly and now I intend to constantly block. The night falls, and after dinner I reluctantly head back to my room to study my contraband books from the library. I feel little 'bubbles' as my tummy moves about and I grin. While not strong enough to kick, these little motions make me excited and more determined. The things I need to learn most are mind reading, teleportation, and maybe even how to manipulate minds as Nox can. I sigh as I diligently read these ancient books, soaking in as much as I can retain for fear Nomias might notice then gone and come take them.

She had a look of both confusion and interest as I looked sadly at the book on my hand. "Books became my refuge and my pretend family, and everything in these books, I took it to heart. I remember reading a verse in Proverbs 23:7, that whatever I think or feed my mind, that's who I become," I looked at the fanfiction books, the romance novels, and the other books filed with depressed characters, "I think the negative energy that I've been gathering in my room is what makes my room susceptible with the negative energy that Rian already gave me."