Brain Lock Novels & Stories

God, please! But it was too late for me. He kicked in my bathroom door, and he smirked at me, like "you can't run from me you whore." Then he grabbed me by hair. {Amy screaming 😱} let me go. Let me go. He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. Before I knew it I fainted. * a few minutes later*

“Bronx, you need to wake up. Right now. Open your eyes and look at me. I’m not asking. I’m commanding you.” A sharp voice penetrates through the mindlink, abruptly breaking the connection. The disruption causes a sharp pain in my head and a falling feeling, even though my feet are on solid ground. “It’s time to come back. You need to stay inside the compound.”

Dr. Smith's eyes locked onto Sarah's, his expression empathetic. "Sarah, what Nicholas experienced is called confabulation. It's a phenomenon where the brain creates false memories or stories, often due to traumatic brain injury or other forms of brain damage." Sarah's brow furrowed, her eyes filled with concern. "So, you're saying Nicholas's memories weren't real?" Dr. Smith nodded. "Exactly. When Nicholas suffered the accident, his brain's ability to process and store memories was affected. As a result, his brain started to fill in gaps in his memory with fictional information, creating false narratives that he believed to be true."

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."

He did not panic, did not overwhelm me. He said, "It's okay hey it's okay don't force it " but how could I not how could I just sit here and accept that I did not even know who I was. My breathing became uneven my fingers gripping the sheets tightly I whispered, "I don't know my name how is that okay?" He said, "Because it happens head injuries can do that temporary memory loss it does not mean its gone forever."

The map on the wall is bleeding red. Every red dot represents a human being currently trapped in a state of involuntary, relentless arousal. A surgeon in Chicago. A bus driver in London. A kindergarten teacher in Berlin. "We can't turn it off," Alex says, his voice tight with frustration. "The blockchain lock is holding. We have to wait for the encryption cycle to reset. Two hours." "They don't have two hours," I say, looking at the flood of panic messages scrolling on the sidebar. "People are going to get hurt. Or fired. Or arrested."

Month by month. At first, nothing stands out. Then something does. Berlin. The year we moved for the bridge retrofit project. Six months in, tight timeline, political pressure, nightly calls with stakeholders who treated “urgent” like a personality trait. That was the year Leah first complained about memory fog. We laughed about it then. She said she kept walking into rooms and forgetting why. I told her stress did that to everyone. She told me she felt like her thoughts were lagging behind her body. I told her to sleep more.

he responded and I became scared “What do you mean by gaps in my memories? Is it that serious?” I was forced to ask, my heart beat increasing rapidly “No, don’t get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with your current self. Your brain had suppressed some of your memories because it was either painful or too much for you to bear. It is a way called coping mechanism, your brain knows that your body cannot contain the pain so it intentionally locks some painful pasts or incidences so we would be able to move on” the doctor explained

It felt like somebody had thrown something heavy on my head. With that thought, I instantly squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to recall what had taken place the day before, but unfortunately, my mind was long blocked. There were no memories of events that occurred yesterday. Thoughts began to swirl around my head, encouraging my shuddering, sweating hands to violently clutch my hair. The buzzing started to become loud— the pain was excruciating and it felt like my brain was being pulled out of its rightful place. "Drink this, to isolate the pain from your subconscious mind!" Liam's voice rang in my head, startling the nerves of every corner of my system. Sharply turning to my right, my eyes f

But try as she would, she just simply could not bring herself to remember exactly the moment where the dagger had changed possession from whoever had given it to her, to her. She struggles so hard to remember, that she sometimes develops a migraine that lasts for days. Her brain just seems unable to process and present the memory to her. She gets abrupt flashbacks and dreams though, all of which make no sense alone or even pieced together because they seem to be mismatched pieces of dreams.