Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

A sharp whistle cut through the noise. “Well, I will be damned,” someone said. “The girl and the golden boy.” Hawk stepped from the shadows with a beer in hand. The old bastard hadn’t changed—same scar across his nose, same mean glint in his eyes. He’d once run with the Steel Vipers before splitting off due to a disagreement, breaking the clubs apart for good. The man carried weight that came from years on the road and blood on his boots. He looked at Ashley like she’d crawled out of a grave. “You made it out of that fire pit?”

“Something’s protecting her mind. I could only get in once, and even then, it was brief.” “You two need to stop,” Tristan warns. But his words fly in one ear and out the other. Kade’s results line up with my own attempts. I couldn’t get in at all. “Whatever you do,” I mutter. “Remember the plan.” Tristan scowls, but Kade nods. Unlike Kade, I can’t manipulate or alter memories, let alone twist the most painful ones into nightmares. My strength lies in control. Pushing minds into obedience and bending them to my will. It’s exhausting, so we don’t do it too often. But Soma’s mind was sealed tight, as if an invisible wall was keeping me and Kade out.

Rye grabbed Khali's hand, squeezed it a little bit, and got away. "Are you alright, man? You don't seem to be on your own?" Yachne asked Tristan Brent tapped his shoulder. "Huh?" Tristan's reaction "What are you thinking, mate? You've been like that since we left the resort," said Brent "I feel like I've done something I don't remember," said Tristan. Tristan caught his head. Khali looked at Tristan in secret, and she came into his mind. Mind manipulation, she can subject the target to any object she wishes. Tristan stood up and danced in the middle with the many people there.

I walked to the center of the massive, empty stone floor. I sat down cross-legged. I placed my hands flat on the cold stone. I didn't have Elias’s silver band. I didn't have the deep sight. But I had the iron. "Let them come," I said, feeling the immense, crushing weight of the three million fractured minds pressing against the edges of my consciousness. "The clinic is open."

Ray grew serious, his face showed stern expressions. "He has been keeping all his pain inside leading to the great depression and that is why he has been so violent all this time. Actually Eay we all were wrong about him, he was...neve mentally ill, he...he just needs to cry his pain out and move on, else...it will create more and more pressure on him. Nothing else." Ray leaned forwards on his table, "I see...and that is why you want to take him out? She nodded, "Being trapped in that room all this time he feels terrible, and so... I want him to see the world outside." She concluded.

"Boss wants you ruined." South Side steel surged, mind racing escapes, body braced shatterpoint. Warehouse shadows closed, pliers inching, squeeze—cliff of ruin absolute.

“Come over this weekend. Henni and I will help you sort through things if you want.” “She kinda scares me,” Max said as he also stood. “Good,” Mack said. “Cause she scares me as well. But she is a great source of information all by herself. Her brain is like a computer that can process a hundred bits of information easily. She just has issues placing them.” “Well, I could use the extra eyes,” Max said as with a grin. “As long as she is not going to bite or something.” “She bites.” Mack said with a laugh, “But most of the time, it is only me.”

I stopped to calm myself once I was a ways away. The situation was getting a little scary. My mind was bombarded with fantasies of Jeremy pinning me beneath him and having his wicked way with me. It didn't exactly feel bad, but I pushed that thought from my mind. He was handsome and looked like he was toned—he probably had washboard abs. He also knew exactly what to do with his hands and mouth. The thought of that made my body react. Perhaps I would give him a shot… No, I couldn't. After taking a stroll around and ensuring everything was going on as it should, I returned to my office. Jeremy had long since left with an assistant to be shown around the company. His training would also commenc

Sophia’s heart raced like a wild drum as she took stock of her surroundings. The room felt sparse and bare, its corners adorned only by a few forlorn items: an old wooden crate that had seen better days, a rusty pipe that looked like it had stories to tell, and a discarded piece of metal, glinting like a forgotten treasure in the dim light. She focused intently on the rhythms of her captors, Julian and Vanessa. She noted the times they flitted in and out, the cadence of their conversations, their little habits, each detail adding to her growing resolve.

"I thought we weren't friends for a while now." "Only because of the way you had changed." "You have to know that wasn't me. I swear it. I was under some kind of mind control. Riley, I'm sorry!" "Who had you under control?" "It was the Rogue King and his witches. They focused more on masking where we were, but every so often, when I didn't do what they asked, they messed with my mind. The Rogue King has no power." "How do you know he has no powers?"