My Logic Is Undeniable Novels & Stories

This is a bad idea, I think—but the thought barely slows the ache. Should I really be doing this here? The wrongness of it only makes the feeling worse. I shift under the spray, my breath hitching as the tension tightens, my muscles trembling like they’re wound too tight. I tilt my head back, biting down on my lip to keep quiet as sensation ripples through me, too intense to ignore. I shouldn’t stay like this. He’ll know. He always does. But the need doesn’t care about logic. It hums through me, demanding release, demanding him.

Sinful and Millicent sit opposite Thought and I on the couch, a coffee table separating us. Sinful sighs. “I have my doubts.” “We have to give it a chance,” Thought says promptly, likely cutting him off from saying anything else. Of course they doubt I’m being truthful about my abilities. A simple girl with such a powerful ability is almost unheard of. But yet here I am, helping them regardless.

But she couldn’t change her mind due to that specific reason, “A child knows and feels when their mother is not happy and it affects them in every way”, Marianne remembered one of her mother's wise sayings and continued to wind up. “We need to leave before I change my mind, no amount of good memories can keep me here much longer. It’s all behind me now”, she tried to convince herself. “Mummy, I’m back as soon as possible”, she giggled as she shut the door and ran to Marianne’s room. She saw bags packed and wondered what was going on.

Scarlette. About an hour later, I couldn’t pretend that what Liam said didn’t make sense. It did. Every single word of it. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, no matter how much anger I wrapped around myself like armor, the truth sat quietly in my chest, heavy and undeniable. If I analyzed the situation logically—without emotion, without pride—everything pointed to the same conclusion. The solution had been right in front of me all along, and I had been sitting on it, refusing to name it.

I said adamantly. Levine laughed, a knowing grin on his face. "How long will you continue to delude yourself, believing Logan is your ultimate choice?" Frustration raced through me, and I snapped back, "Yes, your predictions may have come true in the past, but that doesn't give you the ability to predict the future. I'm not going to mindlessly accept your statements." Levine's grasp tightened around my hand as I turned to walk away, drawing me closer until our faces were barely inches apart. His focused stare latched on mine, making it impossible to look away.

My brows furrow infinitesimally, a barely perceptible sign that my father's knowledge about Miss Helena’s offer has indeed struck a chord within me. "It is a matter of logic," I reply, my voice as composed as ever. "Decisions must be made based on a thorough analysis of the potential outcomes." Father’s lips curl into a slight smile, a hint of something that I will interpret as approval—a connection of understanding that runs deeper than mere words. "Logic is a foundation, my son," his tone is both paternal and authoritative. "But do not forget that even within logic, there exists the capacity for change, for growth beyond the parameters you have set for yourself."

"And now?" "Now, I'd like my sister to pull her head out of the science journals and imagine something being possible without an equation. I'd like you to stop thinking that your first plan, your logical plan, is perfect, and if you don't have one, then it's not to be done. Challenge yourself a bit, and you might figure out what the rest of us already know." "And what's that?" He sat up. "That you're unstoppable when you decide to be." He stood and stretched. "I have to eat, or I'll jeopardize my rewards."

Please let there be no weightlessness. Logically, I knew I was fine. Knew I would be fine. But logic had taken a long vacation from my brain - and had yet to return ever since my parents' death a year ago. Because logic was that thing that kept me sane, the voice in the back of my head that said, "Hey, it's fine. What are the odds that out of all the elevators in the world, yours is the one to crap out and plummet you to your untimely death at seventeen?"

This is the only right solution. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, he had the right to be. “But we know that that isn’t true. Maybe, for them it is difficult, but that is no problem for us. We understand how our minds work and as such, we can predict what one of us would do based off of our own experiences. That is why I know that you wouldn’t do anything to me until you find out why I am here.”