Mind Over Matter Matter Over Mind Novels & Stories

"The way you’re trying to read this is a linear trap," he said, "Your brain doesn't move in lines, Gianna. It moves in spheres. You're trying to force a 3D mind into a 2D space. It’s a sensory overload, not a lack of intelligence." He shifted his weight, and I felt the heat of him radiating through my palm. Having my hand pressed to his lap was grounding me far more than the pain of the table ever could.

CHAPTER 78 The Heart Wants What It Wants The Heart Wants What It Wants - She's saying that there's a lot of reasons she should finally leave him, and her mind knows it's not right, but she can't get her heart to stop wanting him. It's a mind over matter dilemma. 78 "Yes." I answer firmly.

Matthew said. “Okay.” Jordan said. He didn’t feel bad anymore. “Our first lesson today is mind control.” Matthew said as he sat on the floor and folded his legs and gestured for Jordan to do same. “Have you ever used your mind to do something that ordinarily, you’d do with your hands?” Matthew said. “Yes, I’ve moved something with my mind but I thought it was a mistake and I put my pendant back on.” Jordan said. “You must maintain that position while speaking. Learn to control your body and your mind won’t be an issue.” Matthew said and Jordan returned to his former position.

Thinking about it, almost gave me a headache, but what can I say, if she says my answer is trapped within time, I just have to wait until I get the answers to the question I desire. I snapped out of the thoughts to prevent more confusion, "Tell me, what's this third mantra of yours? "Drrrrrrrrrrrrr," she said, trying to sound like a drum that was rolling, which got me laughing because of the way she did it and her facial look. "Here's the last, to me it's the best of all, here it is, you are the best, yet you are the worst, but it depends on your mind." It struck deep into me that you are the best, yet you are the worst, but it depends on your mind, "In other words, you are a product of your

“Being an elementalist isn’t something of your own will; the world either loves you or it doesn’t.” “The mind mage,” Tillaman continued and Kilvic ignored his companions, “is a different kind of mage. They require the strongest will amongst their peers. Rumor has it amongst those without reia that a mind mage, or a mentalist, as they are often called, has the ability to control minds. This is false. A mind mage simply has the ability to l**k with the minds of others. They input ideas, and yes, in greater prowess, retrieve information. However, the risk involved in both is so grand it can easily cost them their consciousness, leaving them as mindless husks of themselves. That is why mentalist

I whisper. “Of course,” the Mastermind replies. “He’s the perfect anchor.” “Stable.” “Persistent.” “Breakable.” Rage flickers— but I control it. Focus it. Turn it into clarity. “You’re wrong,” I say. “No.” “Yes.” I step forward. The darkness reacts— but not like before. This time— it hesitates. Because something has changed. “You’re still treating us like separate variables,” I continue. “You are.” “No.” The word lands heavier this time.

Jacob's assurance put my mind at ease, though there was a nagging voice in my head but I threw it right at the back of my mind , presuming it as anxiety which rose because of my overthinking regarding the situation . And now that my heart was a little settled down , I had another thing to worry about - I was alone with Jacob , in his damn room . I could vividly imagine a huge signboard hanging over Jacob's head that read " Please move with caution your virtue is at risk " in vibrant flashing colours.

“The others, six of them, were still in their tank. No results. They could be dead any time soon.” Praxis’s mind calmed down a bit. He didn’t know but even though the drug had slowed down his brain, he was now able to comprehend everything. He saw that as an advantage. The doctor seemed to be magnanimous enough to say a lot, and Praxis saw that as an opportunity to gather helpful information while his body was in its relaxed state. “So, what this all is for? A government order?” Praxis asked, voice was expressionless and hoarse and tired.

look at that cunningness. “Shouldn't you be more concerned about me? Rather than being concerned about your best friend?” well my reaction and question both were valid, I stated the facts and it's our wedding tomorrow. “What the problem is that Hazel, she is my best friend of course she will Matter to me.” He explained, making me stunned. so his best friend matters more than his soon to be wife - Great. “It should be me who should Matter the most.” I roared and he rolled his eyes.

"I know you're hurting right now, but people have to move forward. Who can truly stay with anyone forever? Instead of mourning the dead, shouldn't you focus on the present and cherish the person in front of you? I didn't mean to disrespect Mrs. Hughes Senior. I just thought I should say something to help you pull yourself together. After all, you have so much on your plate right now. If you really sink into this grief, how will you get anything done?" In the past, Martin would have harshly scolded me for less. He would have accused me of being rude and forced me to apologize to Waverly. But now he had just learned that his own mistake had cost his mother her life, and the last spark in his e