Mind Matter Books Novels & Stories

After that, I spend an hour in the gym downstairs, and then I grab some lunch before wandering into the rec room with a book my dad sent me called Finding Your Center: The Busy Woman's Guide to Inner Peace and Tranquility. I make it three pages before I start to feel antsy. It's too easy to let my mind wander while I'm reading. My thoughts keep going back to my argument with Luca last night. Or to our practice session last week. Or to a dozen other little things I've promised myself I won't think about.

Danica had told Marie that before. “They have speed, strength, and healing abilities more superb than most races. Except for the late vampire king who is a hypocrite,” she disdained. “You know the story I presume. You bought the book. ” She seemed to have something against him. This was not the time for that. “What if somebody could not only read minds but also communicate through them and twist memories? I should get every book that covers all the countermeasures.” The elf carried a stack of books to her. “It’s impossible. For one person to have all those things. They would be legendary.”

you say, sleep with? Mrs. Fiona Desmond sweats, embarrassed to let Mr. Desmond press down on his body, and ate until the bones were gone. But that's for later... Those non-nutritive books, if you read less, could be better. The brainless girl bit her lip, forcing herself to stay awake a bit, don't think about trivial things all day... 'My book.' While she was still thinking, Damian Desmond pulled out the manga books by Fiona Forger from her desk drawer and pushed them in front of her.

Ellie My books just laid there, on the floor, not in any order. I had shelves without organization, leaving gaps where I should have figured something else out. I didn’t want to tell Mom we couldn’t leave because I had to sort out my crazy person brain, so I’d walked away. I left, with my mind focused on the fact that my books could have been tipping over. If they tipped over, then it could have caused a massive crash. The weight would press down and everything could come falling over. My things would break, damaging the floor. Then people would come in and have to fix it, being in my space, getting their scent on things, looking around. They would be there, and I would have to watch them. W

‘When you're done plotting my son's demise you have another three books that aren't going to read themselves,’ he said with a pointed look at the already overcrowded desk. Her head made another audible sound as it once again found a perch against the pages of the book she'd been avoiding for the past fifteen minutes. She was sure this man had been a slave driver in a previous life. ‘Brain injuries will not get you out of your studies,’ ‘Damn wolf healing,’ the notion of beating her brain senseless leaving her head with a disappointed pout. Lifting her head she once again tried to focus on the words of the aged pages before her, but try as she might, her brain began to wonder, especially when

~VITTORIA ~ His office was large, spacious, organized and extremely neat. There was his fairly large wooden table at a far distance facing the door where he was sitting now. There was a shelf in a corner with a few books, a little golden vase flower on it as well, and some paperwork neatly arranged. There were two paintings beside each other on the wall, one was an abstract brush of charcoal and brown that looked like a man's portrait while the other was a minimalist one that I couldn't put together what it actually meant.

came the teasing remark of mine, and her eyes immediately cast downward. “For my first class today, you’re going to act as my assistant, and I don’t want any drama from you. So I don’t care whatever bullshit is spiraling through your head.” She shook her head, muttering a “yes sir,” which seemed satisfactory to me. “Get the book titled The Mind of Mental Health on the shelf.” I got myself seated, opening my laptop to get my day started, but some minutes passed, and the supposed book wasn’t on my table.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.