Mind Readers Are Called Novels & Stories

“I am a vampire.” “Really?” I did not expect that. “I assumed you were a witch or something, maybe.” I think for a moment. “I didn't know that vampires could read minds or telecommunicate, or whatever the heck it is you do.” “To my understanding, they typically can not. I don't know any others who can. I can only do it with certain people. In fact, you are only the second person I have been able to link my mind with.” “Oh.” What does that mean?

What did they mean by what they said? It seems like our danger senses have been triggered. It's like an alarm to warn us about incoming danger and threats. We have so far been free from those which is why we haven't had anything of such happen to us. You happened to read the mind of two people, whom I can't place because they either are very good at cloaking themselves from us or are not in this room and you're hearing them from a long range. Your name being called was what triggered the danger senses. These people must be very foolish to have let down their guards enough for you to read their minds. Which you can't do on a whim except you're extremely trained and are in the presence of whoe

You’re making it worse! He laughs. “Yeah, just stop talking, Hiraya.” My eyes snap open. Did he just read my thoughts!? Is he some sort of mind-reader, like Edward in Twilight!? Personally, I’m on team Jacob but…one has to admit, mind reading superpower is very convenient. They say my face mirrors what I’m thinking but unfortunately, I can’t do it the other way around. I can’t play poker to save my life because I always give away what my cards are.

The woman I'd requested Leo to call walks into my office, the infamous mind-reading, future-seeing psychic. You know, the one who claims to possess abilities that defy human logic? Yeah, I call her a witch. Not because I'm being facetious but it's all the same to me. Telepathy, clairvoyance, witchcraft… it's all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo designed to impress and intimidate.

"No wonder people call you the godmother of modern mystery novels. Your deduction skills are on point." "Godmother?" Mindy looked puzzled. "Where'd that come from?" "That's what the internet calls you. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Miranda said. "It'd be more accurate without the 'god' part." Miranda was confused. Without the word "god", that just left the word "mother". Mindy nodded. "Considering my gender and my current role, it fits perfectly." She was indeed a female, and her role was that of a mother.

Okay, what's funny? “You are just a sweet innocent girl, aren’t you, Lila?” What the fuck?! Lauren knew my name already? The news about my rejection must have really spread across town. My reputation surely preceeds me. This is so laughable. Words really travel fast and far, don't they? “Tell me what I don’t know.” My tone was demanding and impatient. I'm tired of being made fun of. “We have the ability to communicate through our minds. It’s called ‘mindlinking.’’’ Judith explained, rendering me speechless.

I said, curious to learn about the pack's mind-linking to someone who isn't your family. "Mia, you just have to open your mindset and contact me, and I will answer. So far, you can contact anyone's mind through the pack link, and it is up to the person to either accept or decline to speak with you through the mind-link. So whenever you are desiring to reach out to me through the link, you can call my full name, Mr. Andrew Leonard, and I will answer you," he bowed to me respectfully, like I was royalty. "Oh. It's fine. Thanks for the lecture," I spoke with a smile, watching Vivian arrive in her red car at the spa's parking lot.

“Now, Hadi. You have claimed yourself as a genius, right?” “Not genius, clever.” “Same difference. Anyway, do you know what I will do next?” He mulled over it, purposely delaying his answer. “You can’t lie to me, oh my sweet summer child. I can read your mind.” Fear engulfed him. “You do?” He thought, reading mind ability was a myth. “Nope, not a myth. I’m a living legend if so.” His mind was jammed with inputs. “So, do you know what I will do next?”

“It’s a secret.” “Because Alpha Tristan would get mad?” I ask, rolling my eyes. He inhales so deeply, I feel myself being sucked toward him. “How did you know I was working with Alpha Tristan?” “I’m a mind reader,” I tell him. “No, you’re not. If you were, you would be able to tell me the secret about Luna Barbara!” He’s got me there. “Fine, well, I can only read minds that have something to do with the Alphas.”

Conscire in which he simply complied, and he was handcuffed unopposed. “Your name will be Tango,” Dr. Conscire started. “Tango for what?” Praxis asked unusually calm in this circumstance. He thought he was exhausted, but he knew there was no change in his energy. It was still filled the same. He did not know what the sedatives did to his brain but it suddenly slowed down that he thought he was barely functioning. “You are the twentieth of all that we have experimented this year,” remarked Dr. Conscire. “And you are yet the only one who had woken up amongst all them.”