Idle Minds Novels & Stories

That night, Lyda was unable to sleep. She felt overly aroused by her spiritual conversation with Iris, and as promised, she did not say a word about it to anyone, not even her own sister. Adea had been hesitant to go to sleep that night, remembering the horrible dream from before. She asked if she could sleep in her sister's bed again, but Lyda only shot her a look and said, "No. Grow up." Despite her fears, it did not take long for Adea to pass out, but Lyda was stuck in a state of limbo where she could not close her eyes no matter how tired she was. It got to the point that her eyes were burning with exhaustion, yet her restlessness prevented her from drifting off. Her mind was lost in won

I had a flashback of the time I had with Lucas again and was determined to get out of bed and occupy my mind with something else. An idle mind is the devil's workshop they say, but I think mine is Lucas' workshop. “What better way to forget that horrid action,” I said out loud to no one in particular. I got out of bed, the light from the moon on my bare skin sent a tingling sensation all over my body and I could swear I glowed for a brief while. “I am going crazy,” I muttered. If I could wish for one thing at that moment it would be to fall asleep in the library where I was headed.

Matthias There’s a reason why dealing with idiots is exhausting. Sure, expecting too much often leads to disappointment rather than satisfaction, but I’m fairly certain every person is at least given a brain to think. Some just choose not to use it, letting it rot into nothing more than dead weight in their skulls. And the worst part? They don’t even realize it. They move through life making the same mistakes, refusing to take responsibility, blaming everything and everyone except their own incompetence. It’s almost impressive—the mental gymnastics they go through just to avoid admitting they’re the problem.

Displeased, Idris added, “This is a sacred praying ground. A peaceful heart is imperative to achieve peace. You have been with me for so long. Don’t you know the meaning of emptying your hearts, emptying your fear? “If you are this afraid because of something trivial, how are you going to achieve inner peace? You have to learn how to quiet your mind!” Idris has absolute power in the family. No one dared to defy him. James lowered his head after being lectured. He answered timidly, “Yes, Father.” Then, Idris’ phone on the prayer table rang. He frowned before he picked it up for a glance. It was Karen, Cain’s personal assistant. He answered the phone in a grumpy voice, “What is it?”

"How are you going to spend that much time? Are you kidding?" "Ah," Ida exhaled, suddenly in need of a reason, prompting her to fizzle forth the worst thought that had recently entered her thoughts. "There's this mind-cleansing tour called Love-Free, and I have signed up, paid for it, and I can't back out," she explained, having to make up that lie at the end. "Love-Free?" Maki inquired. "That sounds completely made up."

I ground my teeth and told myself to stay grounded. A man like Yoel wouldn't be texting "Darling, are you asleep?" at midnight. He wasn't the type to say things like, "Did you skip sugar today?" He was the type to frown even when a colleague took an extra sip of milk tea, saying, "Too much sugar affects efficiency." I couldn't connect the dots. How could he be the same man who sang off-key love songs on the phone, coaxed me to sleep, and sent me five hundred dollars so I could take a taxi instead of the subway?

Standing quietly by the staircase, Ilda lowered her head slightly, pretending to look innocent. But deep in her mind, wicked, triumphant thoughts bloomed like poisonous flowers: "This is just the beginning, Christian," she whispered under her breath, so soft that no one could hear. "You’re about to lose it all. Piece by piece. Everything you think you own will crumble before you." A giddy wave of happiness surged through her chest. She pressed her fingertips lightly to her lips, hiding the grin that threatened to break free. "First your empire, then your mind… and then your precious pride," she continued, her heart dancing with malice.

The dreary weather or funny, stupid memory from the glass house about a bird that kept hitting the window. During a comfortable silence, Ian stared out at the glittering city lights, his expression content but wistful. He sighed softly. “You know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “sometimes I think about just… us going away. Somewhere quiet. Where no one knows our names. Not ‘Feral Minds’ Ian. Not ‘Hunter Foundation’ Zhedya. No past. No enemies. No… ghosts. Just a clean start. Somewhere the past can’t find us.”

"Okay now. Go up. Do your work and sleep early okay?” The boys bid good night to everyone and ran upstairs fighting who reached first. ****** Daniel's bedroom wasn’t a room actually. It was whole apartment. The whole floor was designed in one door only. He had his metal rod bed. His music station, gym, TV corner. Everything in one bigggg room. It was metallic grey theme. Mixed with shades of blue n silver lining. He had an open air Jacuzzi. They often enjoyed taking bath under the stars. It was surrounded with tinted glass so no issue about their privacy.