Brain Lock Novels & Stories

His hands flew to grab his hair and fisted them. "Blake was right?! But how? Why? What happened to her?" Jack panicked. He was thinking for people to have such things as losing their memories, they would usually have a bad fall causing head or brain injuries. In his assessments of Brianna, she is a healthy person to suffer such illness or abnormality. Lucien stared at the portrait.

She would just have to accept the fact that he would find out her secret. As soon as she removed the block from her mind she felt Harry's presence immediately. *Babe, what's wrong? Where are you?* *H-Harry-* Brooke's thoughts were cut off and she gasped when there was a sharp prick in her neck. She looked up at Ben with wide eyes as he removed the needle from her neck. She suddenly couldn't feel Harry. He was gone. "W-what-" "It's a nice little invention of mine," Ben smiled. "Blocks the mindlink of mates and pack members. Now get in the fucking car."

“Some days feel clearer than others.” “And today?” he asked gently. “Today feels…” I paused, searching for the right word. “Busy. In my head.” He leaned back slightly, folding his hands. “That happens a lot during recovery. Your brain is doing more work than you realize.” I looked at the window briefly, then back at him. “It’s strange. I wake up knowing I’m supposed to remember things, but I don’t. It’s like standing in a room filled with locked doors.” “That’s actually a very common description,” he said. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”

The jock with the dangerous temper that is— was Brody wouldn’t let him. The friend that Brody is— was despite the lies and the leaving and the window and the click. Fuck. He put his hand on his forehead, the palm cool against his skin. He fucking hated the click that robbed him of his thoughts. That painted a ravenous black hole where memory should be. The click that snapped between his eyes, the warmth stealing in from his temples to snake over his forehead. That crept over his skull like a gentle wave to slide down the back of his neck. The

Metal cuffs locked both my wrists, reducing my range of movement to a pathetic few inches. The hell? Where the fuck was I? Why was I bound, and why did my body feel like it had gone ten rounds with a wrecking ball? I racked my brain, trying to piece together the fragmented shards of memory before the blackout, but I came up blank. The mental exertion only spiked the agony in my head. What the hell is going on?

It’s a mental blockage that cannot be override or destroy. It’s still a thing I’m observing, and I should figure out a way to deal with it when I’m done. This mental blockage is usually triggered when I offered a connection to take over her mind, this blockage automatically triggers and rejects my connection. To me I think it perceives it to be dangerous or a menace to its safety.

“I can't do it!” “Miss Lis, look at me.” Greg crouched in front of me. “You won't get it right on the first try, but don't give up so easily. It's not the handcuff that's holding you back; it's your mind. Without the cuff, you managed to twist your wrist, even with your hands behind your back. It's not the physical restraint; it's your mental block.” I sighed, lowering my head. Greg was right. Any restraint brought me back to the past, to the terrible memories of torture inflicted by that damn sadistic monster who relished every torment to make it stop.

I focused on him, still glaring. “Roman explained that you have a lot of blocked memories. When they push forward, you get these episodes. Is this one of them?” he asked. I was about to tell him to go to hell when the pressure in my head built up again, causing me to groan and bend forward. “Yeah, seems that way,” he said. “Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?”

In order to convince them, she struggled to say in a hoarse voice, "Who am I? What ... what is this place?" "Poor girl..." Briley immediately bawled. "How did you break your head and forget everything? Gerald, come and take a look at her..." Gerald came over. He seemed to have some medical skills. He held a ragged medical book in his hand, flipping it through for a while. "The book says that when one breaks his head, his brain is prone to having hematoma which presses the nerves and leads to amnesia. In this case, the patient will recover in a few months or a year, so there's no need to panic."

Roksolana woke up feeling disoriented. When she looked at the room where she was, she couldn't remember where she was or how she had gotten to the place. She tried to look around some more to study her surroundings but her head felt like ten building blocks had been placed on it. When she tried to touch the place that hurt, she saw that she was tied to a chair and she winced. She whipped her head slightly to remember exactly how she had gotten into the predicament she was in but nothing appeared in her brain or even tried to appear. She was blank like she had suffered a memory loss.