Mind Over Matter Matter Over Mind Novels & Stories

"Are you seriously reading my mind again?" “I’m not doing anything,” I said evenly. “You’re the one thinking too loud.” His jaw tightened. "I hate having a mind reader around." “Yeah,” I said softly, turning away. “You’ve been pretty consistent about that.”

“Haz, do you know how hard it is to trust someone again after you’ve been disappointed? I don’t like anything complicated. Don’t you know that?” “But in the face of love, nobody can keep a clear mind. Even the smartest, wisest person can turn into a crazy fool.” Somehow, Danielle thought of Karl. To her, his obsession with her was crazy. However, he did not love her.

Seeing a couple share ice cream, he'd say, "Remember when we were dating? We'd split a cone to save money. We were so in love. Don't worry. I love you even more now." When someone was proposing at a mall, he'd ramble, "When I proposed, I rehearsed for two days straight. But seeing you, I was a mess—hands shaking, mic slipping, and crying. You had to calm me down." I turned to glare at him, and his smile faded. "I don't care what you think or remember," I snapped. "The past doesn't matter; the future does. I'm over those moments and you. Stop following me. Let us both go."

Cassie: I can fight the whole world as long as you are with me and I have your love and support. Chris: Then I'm with you No Matter What. Cassie: No Matter What.

Mindy growled despite the strength and speed of Treyton's riding. He's not in control. His mind tells him to stop but his body tells him to keep going. And it seems that the needs of his earthly body are stronger. "Oh, goodness! You never change! Fuck! Uuuuhmm!" Mindy is already delirious with every taste of Treyton's riding on her until she comes out.

I couldn’t decide what would be best, it was so tiring trying to keep him out, trying to fight the mind link. He stopped dead in the hall, turning around to face me as he spoke within my mind once more; this time it was sterner, slightly commanding. “Relax, the less you think about it the less you will worry. This works both ways, you let me in and you will be allowed into my mind.”

It was a fight I dreaded for known reasons. I had Niylah on the defensive, and our spears clashed and sparked with each parry. I was keeping her on edge. It was the first time that I had ever seen Niylah in a tight corner. Her eyes widened with worry, darting around, looking for an opening, but there was one thing that I had learned during these past few months: the mind. The mind of battle was important. Overwhelm the mind, confuse it, trick it, deceive it, break its focus, and victory was guaranteed.

I say. Ezra glances at me. “Not thought content.” “Yes.” “Agreed.” Matteo points between us. “I know those words individually.” I ignore him. “If attention forms a stable line,” I continue, “then sudden internal redirection may register as motion.” Ezra nods. “Equivalent to a step sideways.” “Yes.” “That’s better than mind reading,” Matteo says quickly. “Much better.” “It is,” I agree. He exhales in relief. Then I add—