Mind Reading Novels & Stories

"And the weaker ones?" "I can probe and it unravels, sometimes things just slip—" she stopped. "I'm confusing you let me start from the beginning. I can read minds; it's more like there are a thousand people talking all at once in a small room. I can hear the current thoughts that run through the mind as well as previous thoughts, memories, dreams, etcetera." "Dreams?" She sucked a deep breath before exhaling like she was Atlas holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. Was she? How far could she hear, was there even a range? Could she even turn it off? What was it like to see people's dreams?

I asked in nearly a scream. "Tone it down please." She said softly. "I'm sorry." I apologized. "Also stop apologizing for everything, it's kind of annoying." She whispered. I bit my lower lip and decided to keep quiet. Was she a mind reader?. If yes, then how far did she read into my thoughts?. "To answer your question Amelia before you ask me, Yes I do read minds because it's part of my ability. And just so we are clear, I only read minds in relation to what one thinks about me." She answered.

Mara leaned back, resting her chin on her hand with a bored sigh, while the boys near the stove whispered back and forth, completely lost in the maze of numbers and archaic names. I didn't move. I didn't even blink. As Master Vance spoke, the words didn't just drift through the room; they settled into my mind with frightening clarity. It was like watching ink soak into dry paper. The dates framed themselves in my mind; the names aligned like soldiers on a battlefield. I could see the connections, the hidden patterns in the trade numbers, the subtle discrepancies between what was recorded ten years ago and what was written five years later. My heart began to beat faster, not from fear, but fr

Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know the extent to which our minds could connect. “Prince Leonard…” I called his name to get his attention. “Yes?” he replied immediately. “Can you…read my mind?” I asked while knowing that my question must have sounded very random. “I can tell what you’re thinking most of the time. What you think pretty much shows on your face,” he replied bluntly. --To be continued…

“Nope, everything’s good. Thank you for the milk and cookies!” The elderly lady exited her room elegantly and smiling. Khangali regarded the TV. A significant head discomfort developed soon after. Her head and ears felt odd like something was living there. The thing she dislikes most. Her thoughts raced as she lost control. She has a rare talent in a world where ideas blend. With a thought, she can enter others’ o. In her head, she hears a chorus of clear p and sensations. Hearing and reading others’ unspoken messages is crucial to her. She gently placed her fingertips on her temple. Her warm flesh felt lovely against hers.

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

The sharp crack echoed in the dressing room. The powerful magic behind the slap sent her flying. Crash! Gene slammed heavily into the vanity sink, hair messy, blood leaking from her mouth. Before she could even crawl up, a cold light flashed in my eyes. Telekinesis activated. An invisible force slammed onto the back of her head, forcing her face hard into the sink basin. "Mmph! Let me go!" She thrashed wildly like a dying fish. I slowly pulled a silk handkerchief from my sleeve, elegantly wiping her foundation off my fingers.

Meanwhile, melody who was invisible all the time, listening on every of the inspector's discussion, received a message from Vic, telling her to meet him at the back of the hall. Vic who had been listening to the discussions between Mr man and Ma'am Grace using his mind reading skill. It's a good thing that Melody thinks well about things, or else, Vic wouldn't have gotten any Information. Let's say he got lucky today, if it were to happen another day, and the person he activated his mind reading skill on is not thinking about the things around him. That will be a problem, or preferably waste of time. Another thing Is that, Vic d

He looked confused, but I was more confused than him. "So, you mean ... you can read anyone's mind? As in, everyone?" "Yes. But now, except you. I can hear everyone's thoughts while I'm sitting here. It's like I'm at the center of a crowd with everyone talking their hearts out. I can hear them all at once, but I can hear one's thoughts clearly once I focus on his or her mind. " "But why can't you read mine now if you have done it many times before?" "I don't know, Eve."

“I can do it easily. I could do it with you. I think it’s the same way we get into each other’s minds.” Damonq sat straight abruptly, the action causing her heart to jump. His eyes went from lazy and languid to sharp and demanding, the gold going bright and hot, glittering with intelligence. “You can get into people’s minds? Anyone’s? You could do that before you were converted?” She chewed on her lower lip until his finger rubbed along it, easing the bite, making her conscious of what she was doing. “I don’t think I get into people’s minds. It’s when I’m dreaming. I can reach out to anyone around me.”