Divided Minds Book Novels & Stories

Liliana gave her a condescending look, and expressed a mischievous grin, "Well, spirits are actually just a failsafe term, but to be more specific we are the fragments of Morality that just happened to inherit some sort of consciousness." "I-I see…" Valhalla staggered. "Why, is it too much for Ms. Melnyk to take in?" "Well, it is not that I don't believe the idea… I'm just a bit overwhelmed, I guess." "Fair enough…" Liliana answered. "Anyways, I have one more question. You do consider yourselves as sisters, right?" Valhalla commented as she sipped a cup of tea. "I mean, you did mention you were born from the fragments of Morality."

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

This is the section filled with books that will serve as a solution to one's disastrous life battle. I almost lost to the sight of it that almost reach the highest roof. The man behind me said with a husky yet awed-filled voice, “You're right. It was the classic brought upon the battle of oneself. It was written by the very known...” His voice disrupted by his emotion that suddenly flared. His silence and deep breathing was something I thought as a kind of reminisce for something so dare to him. Suddenly my mind flickered, show a devastating scene. “What...” I gasped, step back with my weakened knees. My mind so strange, and it was so far to a possibly acceptable nature. It give me the taste

The books my mother wanted me to read were duller than any of my maths textbooks, they were harder to decipher too. If I wasn’t convinced that my mates life might be saved by the information in one of these books then I would have thrown them out of the window by now. The problem was, I still didn’t have a clue how I was supposed to use the information in these books to get my mate back and defeat Arthur. Most of the sections I had read so far talked about how to effectively protect my mind and how to control the minds of others. Maybe once I had finished reading the remaining passages then I would be able to formulate some kind of plan for my attack. But at the moment I was still clueless.

Oh, how she wished she could trust as easily as he did. Reasa reached out with her mind, and slipped into Liam's, passing his outer defences with agile precision as he laid himself bare to her. "You should view the mind as an infinite corridor with doors running down either side. Behind each door is a memory of the past or the present." She breathed softly, smiling as he quickly grasped her meaning, and suddenly the long corridor was before her psychic self. The doors were brightly hued in a perfect rendition of a colour chart, from light to darker shades. He'd even placed numbers on the doors, though they were out of sequence numerically.

Mara leaned back, resting her chin on her hand with a bored sigh, while the boys near the stove whispered back and forth, completely lost in the maze of numbers and archaic names. I didn't move. I didn't even blink. As Master Vance spoke, the words didn't just drift through the room; they settled into my mind with frightening clarity. It was like watching ink soak into dry paper. The dates framed themselves in my mind; the names aligned like soldiers on a battlefield. I could see the connections, the hidden patterns in the trade numbers, the subtle discrepancies between what was recorded ten years ago and what was written five years later. My heart began to beat faster, not from fear, but fr

One side steady, ordered, controlled; the other chaotic, unstable, invasive. “Elara, stop,” Adrian said, hearing it in her voice. “You’re hurting yourself.” “I don’t have a choice,” she said sharply, fighting to hold the line. “If I don’t do this, they take everything.” Victor muttered under his breath, “…This keeps getting worse.” The divide deepened. Inside her mind, the system fractured—not breaking completely, but separating into two distinct flows, one aligned with her, the other infected, twisting and pushing back. The moment the split completed, everything hit at once.

Rye wouldn't let her answer because he'd disappeared on the other side. She was sitting on the hammock in the garden and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts settle down. Many thoughts came to her mind, those of her neighbors and Nay Remy. She seemed to be on a faraway island because she was so quiet, even though many people's thoughts were still coming in. She gets it now. Because of her feelings, she can't always figure out what other people think. Especially when Rye is on her mind, she can't read Rye's mind. It's like an intermittent link.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

“We are inside you.” Ava went still. Her breath caught in her throat as if her body had forgotten how to continue. “Inside… me?” she repeated slowly, as though the words were too large for her understanding. The other Ava nodded once. “Not physically. Not the way you understand it. This is what remains when a mind that was split begins to reassemble itself. This is your inner structure, the place where everything you are was stored, hidden, and divided.” Ava stumbled back a step, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is insane… I feel like I’m disappearing, like I’m losing pieces of myself instead of becoming whole.” The other Ava shook her head gently again. “You are not disappearing. You ar