Divided Minds Book Novels & Stories

Marcie became numb to the hurt. The bruises faded and returned in different places, blooming like cruel flowers beneath her skin. Her body carried silent evidence of a life she could not name out loud. Her reflection became something she avoided, because mirrors told the truth too plainly. But it wasn’t only her body that suffered. It was her mind. Her spirit. The woman she used to be. But other than that, Rafael grew worse. His fear that she might run only sharpened him, made him colder and relentless. He watched her constantly, as though her very existence was a threat. His affection became suffocating, his sweetness a mask that could slip at any second.

Nathan stood beside me, frozen as the once-unified consciousness fractured into distinct emotional clusters spreading across the network like cracks through glass. Different pulses. Different beliefs. Different futures. “They’re dividing,” he said softly. “No,” I replied shakily. “They’re becoming people.” Because that was the terrifying truth. This wasn’t system failure. This was society being born. And societies fought. The threads surrounding us shifted violently. Some glowed warm gold, pulsing with individuality and emotional openness. Others burned cold silver, steady and synchronized. Controlled. Safe. And between them Chaos. Confusion. Countless minds unable to decide what they believ

And I felt the answer settle heavily inside me. “Then the system fractures,” I said. The presence pulsed once more. And for the first time— It didn’t feel unified. It felt… divided. And that was the beginning of something far more dangerous than anything we had faced before.

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

“I knew you wouldn’t die so easily. Phoebe insisted on believing that too. I’m delighted that you could come back safely and save my original body.” “I’m here to save you too. You don’t have to say anything.” Alex said. “There’s no use. I am just a divided soul. I’m already incomplete, and after injuring my core, I couldn’t possibly restore how I initially was.” Ynes’ divine consciousness was weak and distant. Hence Alex was the only one who could hear her voice. “As a divided soul, I’d have to return at some point. The ending is all the same.” “But you will forget about everything.”

Alexei said quietly: "Looks like I need to see a psychiatrist… Alexei would have done so, but as soon as he arrived at work, despite his strange state, he found that he could read the thoughts of all the people who passed him. Even his colleague Anna, whom he knew well, decided to approach him after Alexei read her thoughts. Her thoughts were that she needed to go to Alexei and ask if he had a client in his client base that she wanted to call. She actually asked him about this, and Alex replied. After what Alexey embarked with his worker the table and went in toilet. Not understanding what was happening, Alexei washed his face with water and said to himself: "It can't be... But I can read pe

” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me. "I told you before ." He opens his eyes. " How?" I ask between my teeth. I feel like time is running out. —Initiates the memory places of the mind, clears the fog and places photos of the specialists in fear in the center,— finally begins to speak. I composed the book to see if anyone else similar to me had seen them before. I thought I could reveal it, a work to incite... someone else's memory. They would see the cover, the indication of a memory, they would take the book, they would read it, the suffocated memories would rise to the top and then they would follow their direction towards me to find more, he clarifies almos

I asked her as gently as I could, and she nodded. "Yep," She said, and I knew she was getting tipsy. "It is a banned book I found on the internet while researching my mental illness," she said, slurring her words. "Mental Illness?" I asked, and Philip looked at me. "She means when she started picking our frequency and seeing things in that dimension," Philip cautioned me, and I felt stupid. "So this book, what does it say?" Philip asked, and I knew he just wanted her to relax.

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