Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

Julian screamed into the intercom. "The Iron Mind is trying to lock the solenoids from the outside!" Harris shouted back. "It’s a tug-of-war, Julian! You have to break the physical pins!" The Mechanical Sacrifice Julian saw the pins—three thick rods of tempered steel holding the valve in the 'Closed' position. They were designed to be sheared only in the event of a total facility meltdown. He looked at the God-Slayer. This was the moment. He didn't aim at the Rust-Walker, which was now dragging its mangled leg across the floor toward him. He aimed at the base of the valve.

“Earlier, you said you feel like we’re in different worlds, but you’re wrong. Values can vary from person to person. “I can be high and mighty, but I can also lower my profile for the person I like. If you think it’s unfair to drag me into your so-called world, I can level your world so that there’s no turning back. That way, you can come to mine with ease.” He raised his eyebrow and added, “In fact, there has never been your world or my world; we live in the same world. The human heart is the best weapon to control a person. As long as there are feelings, no barrier can’t be broken through. The reason you’re dividing us into two different worlds is that your trust in me isn’t enough to supp

Trapped with only her thoughts and memories. Cara groaned quietly in frustration. She was restless. She scanned the room for something, anything to busy herself with. As she did her eyes landed on a crossword and sudoku book laying on her bed tray. But someone had pushed the bed tray over by the far wall. It was beyond her reach. Cara considered whether she should try to get up and retrieve the book or not for a moment. No one had told her she couldn't get up out of bed. She assumed it would be OK. Besides it would probably feel good to stretch her legs a bit.

Nothing was more terrifying than the things your brain could conjure up by the fear of the unknown… “Cracker is MY woman,” Steel said, his voice not giving away any of his emotions as his face remained expressionless. “That’s all you need to know.” He gripped the man’s hand, who now was cursing loudly and fighting to get away – futilely, I might add. “If you talk, I’ll kill you faster, but you will suffer a lot first no matter what you do.” He continued, looking the man in the eyes. “And I really want you to suffer so please! Don’t talk!” He ripped out a fingernail and the man howled in agony. Knives walked over, placing himself in a way, where Liam could see him, and he began taunting both

Roy was quiet all through the meeting because he wasn’t paying any form of attention to whatever it was they were saying but luckily his beta was listening and giving his own opinion and suggestions when necessary. For all he cares they were talking rubbish, no one had the right to tell him how to run his pack. They were all lucky they hadn’t talked out of line because if any did, even if it was by mistake, he wouldn’t hesitate in using that person as a perfect example for the rest. He knew they were all acting like assholes because he was mateless. They were all after his position as alpha but they would only have a taste of it in their dreams.

Fist Mind replied, his formerly calm expression replaced by a wary one. Mane, the one who had descended upon Planet Celestial covered in lightning and fire, nodded his head, and grabbed Harch, pulling it out of the ground. With a loud thump the weighty axe was rested onto his teenage shoulders. Pointing at Fist Mind, he said, “Good. Then you would not have a problem with me putting a fist through your mind.”

Mike sarcastically stated. "Oh! so now I am a cold-blooded bastard? It's because of cold-blooded bastards like me that some people would still have a job to feed their families. When I build a business, I create jobs. Thousands of people working under me, depend on me for their livelihoods and I don't let them down because you know why? I deliver what they want! JOBS! unlike some morons like you who think, love conquers all! Grow up, Mike. Your world is too small. Love can't fill an empty stomach; business does and ALWAYS WILL!"

"Woah...you're fast." "And hot," he says and runs faster. "Wait up," I shout and try to catch up. "That was fun," I mind-link him. I lay on my belly, and we are opposite each other. He moves closer, and Penny growls. "Penny, we can trust him. He will not do anything stupid." "Mate will not be happy about this," Penny says. "It's our secret." "Is your wolf okay with me staying beside you?" he mind-links me.

His thoughts screeched to a halt. There. Something lying on the floor, in the doorway of the first classroom/showroom. A red strap to a purse. Amanda’s purse? a trap The thought surfaced from nowhere, a free-floating idea which popped when it hit the surface of his brain. It was a trap. A more insidious version of the string-yanked dollar, or a Venus fly-trap, or an angler fish . . . Venus fly-trap angler fish

I said, pushing off the wall and strolling closer, “you need my jokes now more than ever. Otherwise, you’re gonna brood yourself into an early grave and trust me, no one wants to explain that cause of death at your funeral.” I pitched my voice dramatic: “Here lies Steel, survived bullets, blades, and betrayal… but couldn’t survive a dry spell.” Steel groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Little bit, yeah.” I grinned, dropping into the chair across from him. “So, what’s the plan? Cold showers? Meditation? Or are you just gonna glower at the ceiling for three months and hope your self-control doesn’t snap?” He ignored me, which was as good as admitting he di