Mood Reader Novels & Stories

Her voice struggled to be audible now and a lump slipped down her throat. "Who are you?" I asked. Silence pierced right through us as my eyes fell to her lips and hers stared right in my face. "I don't understand…” She pulled away from me but in that moment I knew she knew exactly what I meant. I’d said I could read through people and Hazel was the easiest for me to read. When you spend so much time looking at someone, you’d pick up on a few habits like the way their eyes flutter when they're holding something back. You’d notice their filler words or the lump that was always quick to slip down their throat.

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“You have been in a mood for the last two hours. You barely answer me when I speak to you, you ignore most of my conversation and you have been frowing so deeply that tour forehead would be stuck in that crinkle.” “Well, yeah.. So, I have got a few things on my mind. How is that a problen, exactly?” He asks her, sounding defensive about the subject. “There is nothing wrong with it.” Abby says, moving over to sit on the bed they just made. “Look, Abby, I am sorry if I ticked you off by not being as cheerful as you might have wanted me to be just now, but I have shit on my mind right now so I can not be as bubbly as you want me to be. I am not trying to take my bad mood out on you, Abby. I swe

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

She explained briefly. "Then that means..." He wanted to but he stopped. He always didn't want to finish his talk. "Yes. If your guess is correct then you are right. Because we can read a thought, a weakness is a must. Actually, this is not a weakness but also a good one. I can't lie the way my hair changed. Our hair changed base on the mood. " She said then continued. 1. Red- Anger 2. Yellow- Happiness 3. White- Fear

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The conversation was oddly muted. “My cousin in Ohio saw it,” Clara said, stirring her tea. “She called me crying. Said it made her want to plant a tree.” “I got a LinkedIn request from a sustainable urban planner in Copenhagen,” Lena added, looking bewildered. “The view count is… significant,” Miranda reported, ever the data-keeper. “The algorithm appears to favor ‘quiet hope’ as a niche genre.” Hank just grunted. “Still just a picture.”

Does he have the ability to read someone’s mind? “Anyways, come on. Let’s have breakfast. Good thing I accidentally cooked too much.’ I raised my brow at what he said. “Are you in a bad mood or something?” He asked. I chuckled and looked at him, “Why does everybody think I look like I’m in a bad feather every time I’m serene?” He smirked and chuckled then said, “Because you’re an unfathomable person, Maesea. You have a very unfathomable mood.” Fair enough. Kinda understand because I get that a lot. “Tell me, Mr Sevani. Are you observing my mood?”

She answered and turned her attention back to what she was reading, the woman frowned. In a glimpse, her mood changed again. Her cheerful aura vanished like a thin cloud in the air, and it was replaced with a rude and sarcastic one. For her, nothing is new at all, she is a moody person, it actually depends on whom she encounters or interacts with.