Mind Matter Books Novels & Stories

But in the depths of her unconscious mind, a sense of foreboding lingered—a grim portent of the dangers that lay ahead. Hell, if she gets out and the person who did this is part of the underworld, she'll make this person unable to raise their head high. And if it were only a normal person, then she'd let her father and brothers deal with them. After all, her way is way more gruesome than that of her father and brothers. Meanwhile, in an office, everyone is looking at two people who are currently talking. "So, everything is settled, then. Let's do our work as soon as possible. Meeting adjourned."

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

“Have you read that book… uhm, what’s the title again? A wolf who could lead the world with only his mind.” We both said the title at the same time and he chuckled. “Seems we have a fan of books here. So are you saying to me that after reading that book, you think it’s false?” “It was a good book, in my opinion. I used to read it a lot when I was a kid. But I think after growing up it sounded a bit exaggerated.” “The power of the mind sounds exaggerated?” He suddenly got up from his chair. “Then how would you like to use your strength to fight against one?”

Apart from that one cheesy youth romance novel that was awful, every other mystery thriller was more gripping than the last. In fact, the two books Mindy wrote ten years ago still felt relevant that day. They not only hadn't aged but also had a raw, realistic touch that highlighted the darker aspects of society. The level of depth and social commentary in those books would probably never get published today, but considering they were written a decade ago, they were truly impressive. She was blown away by how those books tackled issues that were both explicit and implicit, with characters that embodied the complexity of human nature in such a profound way.

"Yes. The book mentioned the Great Rift. And how it has affected the four kingdoms. It's a children's tale, but since you are similarly grounded to a child's limited knowledge, this is a good starting place," I clasped the book in hand. This is what I meant when I say I can't return empty-handed. "Seems like we're done for the day," I said. With a nod as his reply, I finally stood from my seat, clutching the book in my hand. And as soon as I stood, I finally felt the back pains and the tremors running down my limbs. I can feel my mind pulsing, probably an after-effect of the process of mind-reading. Instead of making a complete exit, I shortly paused.

I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. eight fucking dicks? I feel the floor drop out from under me when a thought occurs to me. thought. My fucking soul mate thinks I read this shit. There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me.

He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published. that man is truly noble. Axe never stops praising his savior who has given him millions of dollars in the past three years through the books he published. Read My Mind can be said to be a very strange work. A story that tells of a murder without a motive that is confusing but instead manages to attract the attention of so many people that the book continues to be published every year. At that time, he never thought about the success of Read My Mind, felt pessimistic, and did not want to work on it further. But then the man continued to force him and convince him that the book wil