How Minds Change Novels & Stories

“If this was four to five years ago you would have changed from being good after I told you that.” “You always spoke to me about how you hated it, but now, it seems as though you don't hate it anymore.” “It's not that I like it or something, but I think everyone has their personalities, their features, and many other things that can't be changed no matter how much they try," I said to her with a fake smile and after a long pause, I continued. “A lot of things that changed them; it could be trauma or a strong phobia of something, so I don't think I should push at all if they beg to differ from me; everyone is different, after all.”

The city structure below shifted slightly, the distortion around our position flickering. Adaptation is occurring. “Yes,” Lena said. “But not because of you.” Silence and heavy. “You are reacting to change,” she continued. “We are change.” The presence stilled. Not fully but enough and for the first time, there was something different in its response. Not certainty, not correction but something closer to hesitation. Change introduces instability. “Yes,” I said. “And instability introduces growth.” The layers beneath us shifted again. Faster now and more erratic. The system was processing, recalculating and trying to reconcile two conflicting models.

But first putting my own home in order. I entered the kitchen to find Janice and my mother both there. Mom was working on fixing breakfast and Janice was drinking a cup of coffee. I stepped into the middle of the floor and pushed at them both. "Mother turn off the stove and you and Janice take the slave position." Both did as I said knelling on their knee's like the girls had in front of me. I started the same way I had my wives earlier and they repeated after me just like the girls. Only about halfway through, I noticed something strange. I could see mom's mind accepting my pushes and it was changing her core thought process; but Janice seemed to only accept them on a surface level. They sa

I never let Michael say a thing as I cut him “- I know it’s absurd but it’s the fucking truth that changes Cassandra into someone else, her liking, her behavior is not what we once used to witness, not until the age of thirteen. She never liked light-colored clothes but she does now, she was never interested in music but she is the DJ now. Well, it’s not something she wants me to know but I happen to know somehow but I kept pretending that I don’t know.” “Don’t the liking and interest of people change as they grow older?” Michael asked specifically. “Yes, they do change but not to the point that you feel like they are not they used to be before. She is changed because the heart beating in he

It seemed that the young man had pieced things together despite all the confusion. “Well, yes, but there was a previous incident, and now I don’t have the magical energy to transform. Unlike what you usually read or watch about, our ability to change is dependent on magic. It enhances our bodies and gives it that beastly form. However, it makes us lose our minds easily, and that is what just happened to you earlier.” “Sorry about that…” “No need to apologize, Young Master Ben. It comes with the territory, so it’s understandable. Besides, you’ve just turned, so it’s even more of a reason for us to be considerate.”

They could not bear their sister in such a condition. “Doctor, why is she behaving like she doesn’t know us?” Demir voiced out his thoughts. “We have observed a past trauma to her brain. It is a high probability that she remembers only her close people from a few years back. She can remember old things but it will take a lot of time.” Demir nodded and resolved to bring their sister back to them. Murat couldn’t help but cry. Demir thumped his back and reassured him that they would bring justice to his sister. Now it was up to fate whether it gave a chance to Sophia to see everything get better.

I might be one of his prized possession, but that was it. "If anyone could change him, then it might just be you." She added, not to mention that she was staring at me like some magic performer. I shifted uncomfortably, I didn't like the direction of where this was heading. Personally, I didn't think or believe that a person could change another person, it could exist in fairy tales, but not in the real world. A person could only change when he or she decided to. I decided it would be best to change the topic, there was a question already building in my mind.

It would never end. You can’t think like that. If you realise you’re wrong, you have to adjust, if you can. The people who look at you like you’re an idiot with no idea are closer to the truth than they know. They just don’t realise it doesn’t matter. That describes everyone. It doesn’t change anything. You have to act, and if you’re wrong, well, better luck next time. If there is a next time. “No,” I said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

But Hestia blocked out such statements as she was back in her deep mind, now realising that she had indeed changed. ‘I changed?’

she replied, and Memphis agreed. "And I guess not everyone can win over their battles," Memphis once more retorted, and Celeste had thought about it. "It depends, the problem is created by our minds. If we consider certain events as problems, we think about them quite often and it would affect us emotionally and mentally," Celeste clarified and the woman beside is deeply amazed by her answers. "You are somewhat correct," Cachet Memphis agreed. They began again to discuss particular occasions and learned from them. And as time goes by, they decided to circle around the bonfire.