Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

He shook his head and then got into the car. "He's sexy when he's mad." I mumbled to myself.

And then… “Momma, Momma, look, look at my shot!” “Not now, Mom’s busy.” Wait, that voice…I didn’t recognize that voice. “But I hit the bullseye!” “I said not now!” And then… “Okay, do you really think it’s safe for us to handle these things without anyone around? It’s like tons of metal.” “Relax, we’re safe. Don’t you trust me?” “I trust you, but I don’t trust a nine-ton pile of rusted metal, Ad-”

A dark light flashed inside Matt's eyes, as if he was upset that something that belonged to him was being coveted by others. After thinking for two seconds, he walked over and dropped to one knee before holding out an expensive diamond ring.

After Mr. Stern left to handle my bail paperwork, I returned to the holding cell. There wasn't much to do—nothing to pack—so I decided to lie down on the narrow cot and rest my mind for a bit. Before I could even close my eyes, someone lunged at me. The steel shelving behind me left no room to move. Even someone in perfect health would've been injured if they were shoved into it. And me? With steel plates and screws holding my body together, a hit like that could easily cripple me—if not kill me outright.

“Absolutely not.” He stood up, pacing away from the desk. “He’s… calm, Miller. He’s just… living. You want me to ask him to put that monster suit back on? To swim in that darkness again? It’ll undo everything and I know how relentless you are concerning putting him behind bars” Miller stood too, his own frustration boiling over. “You know how good he is! You know better than anyone! ‘Feral Minds’ didn’t blow up because of your pretty sentences, Ian!” The words were harsh, meant to sting.

He was the fire. Dante returned—not as the boy who had once wondered what it meant to be seen, but as the man who no longer needed to be. He was beautiful, dangerous, and untouchable. And Dellwire would never be the same. He had stopped thinking about her. In Dellwire, he had learned to use women for pleasure, not connection. He buried his heart beneath power and flesh, and the man who stepped off the train was no longer the boy who had watched Gabrielle in the barn.

I trained my body like a weapon I'd need to wield. I sparred with Diane daily, both of us leaving sessions covered in bruises. She taught me how to fight dirty, how to use everyday objects as weapons. "You're not the same scared girl who came in here," she said one day, wiping blood from her split lip. "That girl is dead." I communicated with every patient in the hospital. Some weren't actually mental patients, just people with unconventional thinking who'd been committed by families who found them inconvenient. From Robert, a former psychology professor, I learned the basics of manipulation and mind games. From Sarah, who'd been a stage hypnotist, I learned hypnosis techniques.

When she realized that she could not get a response, a longing for revenge within her grew bigger making ways for bright ideas. "My strengths are incomparable to those of that lycan who took your life, but my mind. I will create a weapon that will bring terror among lycans. That will make them shiver by only thinking about it as we do when we are thinking about them. I will kill Byron! I promise!" After that promise, she opened her computer then googled lycans. Nowadays, strength was not only measured in physical units but also mental. One's sharp mind could be a threat to creatures who praised their muscles in front of a mirror.

Instead, I stared ahead as though I hadn’t heard him speak, my mind trying to formulate a plan to get out of here. As though he could read my mind, the voice in the darkness chuckled. “I can almost see your mind working. You’re in a Silver Cell. Old, yes. But still effective for my purposes.”, he said. I swear I could almost see him in my mind, sitting there bringing his fingers together one by one, like a mad scientist with an evil plan, a cocky grin on his smug face. I was ready to bite, literally. “And those are?”, I asked, my voice sounding stronger than I felt.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey