Eyes Of The Mind Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My eyes blurred in and out of focus, the light in the room was blinding. “Focus, you need to calm down, slow your breathing, focus on the sound of your heart beating”. Her breath was hot on my ear as she seductively whispered. Breathing in and out, the sound of my heart beating became louder and louder, all the background noise fades. I was able to single out sounds by isolating and focussing on them, my vision was sharp, I stared at the bookshelf, focussing on the tiny words etched on the cover. I was able to read them, shocked I looked at Lenore.

They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves. This stopped me from thinking about recording our conversation. "You're right. They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves." I added confidently, "What if I have proof?" Snowie chuckled exaggeratedly. "What proof? Show me." I pointed at my eye. "It's right here. "I finally got it. You can't hear my thoughts–you can just see what I'm seeing." Snowie looked a little shaken, but she denied it, saying, "Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference?"

I kept on squinting his footsteps on the glass like clean floor and closed my eyes when he was about a metre away from me. I felt some large fingers, gripping on my chin gently and lifting my head towards me. As I was thinking, all sorts of things and my mind was filled with all sorts of things about him, I didn’t wanted to show my eyes to him.He can read my mind, you know. “ Open your eyes. Why are you closing them ?” his thunder like voice was echoed in the whole alley. I slowly opened my eyes. First, quarter half and then, half and then, slowly I opened it full, till I enlarged them, seeing him so close to myself, our body with just some centimetres of distance.

The frozen tear reached the hands of Karen who held it with deep sense and looked at the frosting shape intensely. The eye book of prophecy reached the direction of Alabruz who was on his knees next to Karen; Alabruz closed his eyes tightly and doesn’t want to know his prophecy. The book doesn’t seem to be a move to next and it opened the pages of dark colour and the words appeared in melted lava, “Supreme Mind Guilty Heart Beholden Thy Act. Glory Light Will Fall If Not Cautious, Beware Of Your Blood.” The mind of Alabruz alarmed him by reading those words and closed his eyes to accept the words of prophecy. Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird b

(Harper’s POV) I couldn’t sleep. My head was so full of questions and scenarios. I couldn’t help going over all that I had heard over and over. I sat on the window seat in my room and just stared out of the window, not really seeing anything other than the thoughts in my head. And those eyes! No matter how much the other things pushed forward in my mind. Those eyes, the deep black vacuum that I saw in them, just kept coming back to me. I had seen a lot as an Elite Warrior, but I don’t think I had ever seen anything like that.

Present me set it aside… and opened my notebook. Achieving Mind-Blowing Orgasms, I wrote dutifully on my reading log, blocked letters underlined twice. The book had been waiting since Monday, voluptuous promises baked into its table of contents. But the introduction insisted on foundations—nervous system, context, trust—and the word foundations made me feel like a shaky Jenga tower wary of its next block. I read a paragraph. Then another. The blue box breathed beside me like a second presence. “If you had eyes,” I told it, “you’d be staring.”

she seats down saying nothing , just smirking at me, “ it's just one day and you are already worked up, calm down’ ‘'now tell me, what did he do” “ well, he has insane eyes, hes super quiet, like as silent as the wind in the morning i dont know when he is coming, fuck he terrifies me, and secondly i have this feeling that he read minds too” for a momnemt it felt dumb, but then i remember i was the only one in the position. “How do you mean he read minds"

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”

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.

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.