Novel & Cerita Mindless Behavior 2011

I wonder what flaws he has. “I might melt.” I snapped out of my reverie when I heard his voice. I look in front and Mr. Navares is still talking in front. “Uh, sorry,” I said with a small voice. He just smiled and turned his attention in front. He’s not in his usual self right now. Before, he would take every moment to tease me but now, he would just smile. What just happened to him? It was almost 4:30 PM. Which means that it’s almost time for us to go home. I looked at my phone and realized that Ghale hasn’t replied to my text earlier. She didn’t care huh.

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

His affection became suffocating, his sweetness a mask that could slip at any second. He would touch her shoulder in passing, almost gently, and then ask, casually... 'Where were you?' His eyes would narrow. 'What were you thinking about?' As if thoughts alone were betrayal. Every small mistake became dangerous, like a plate set down too loudly. A shirt ironed with the slightest crease. A pause before answering him. A glance that lingered too long toward the front door. And then his voice would change. His patience would vanish. His face would darken as though she had committed some unforgivable crime.

He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition. "No wonder Mom bounced back so quickly after the divorce and even started an OnlyFans account. She was cured just by not taking those medications." "Tiffany!" Mom snapped with a stern expression. "Can you stop saying that?" I froze in surprise. "Huh, what do you mean?" Mom clearly looked exasperated. "Never mind." She then turned to look at Yvette. "Whether I return to the company has nothing to do with you. Don't overstep your boundaries."

'I can't believe there is a system more annoying than you.

A dark light flashed inside Matt's eyes, as if he was upset that something that belonged to him was being coveted by others. After thinking for two seconds, he walked over and dropped to one knee before holding out an expensive diamond ring.

The gravity of Nyx's situation weighed heavily on her, and she longed for a brief respite from the intensity of her work. Entering her apartment, Athena felt a sense of weariness settles within her. She needed something to lift her spirits and provide a momentary escape. In an effort to brighten her mood, she reached for her phone and selected a lively WHERE SHE GOES to fill the room. The vibrant beats and infectious rhythm had always been a reliable source of energy for her, capable of momentarily transporting her to a different state of mind.

' - Lisa. I ignored her message but then, I remembered that last time she blackmailed that she'll hurt herself and was about to. I guess after attending so many maniac patients everyday she has too, grown a bit of a maniac. So, I instantly replied to her, 'Okay fine. At my home, at 09'o.' After that, no one disturbed me, and did my work with full attention. ****

If everyone in the cartel saw me now, they'd be happy that at last the man who had no heart apparently had one. So I dedicated my energy to something much more productive or, rather, to something I had been considering for a while. There are times when the beast becomes so noisy, I have no choice but to let it and its demonic minions out to play. Sometimes, just disrupting other people's lives is enough. Other times, it is not enough and there must be an act of anarchy. Perhaps arson here, vandalism there, and burying the seeds of chaos everywhere. At this moment, however, my beast is not in the mood for petty crime. It's not about satisfying its urges and sending it back into hibernation.

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.