Quotes Mind Over Matter Novels & Stories

I'm celebrating tonight! This time, there were no inversions. Dad could clearly read every single thought and even hear the sinister cackling in Pauline's mind.

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

A moment later, all the girls gathered together and started talking over one another as they discussed the matter. I stood in the center, coldly watching as more and more pus seeped from Aurora's body. The dazzling beauty queen from twenty minutes ago had turned into a hideous monster. Not far away, Matt was still cursing at something. After a few curses, he would wail, and in the end, he let out a powerless rage. "Whoever calls my family for me… I'll give them ten thousand dollars! No, twenty thousand!" One student worked up the nerve to grab his phone, but the others stopped him.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

Seeing a couple share ice cream, he'd say, "Remember when we were dating? We'd split a cone to save money. We were so in love. Don't worry. I love you even more now." When someone was proposing at a mall, he'd ramble, "When I proposed, I rehearsed for two days straight. But seeing you, I was a mess—hands shaking, mic slipping, and crying. You had to calm me down." I turned to glare at him, and his smile faded. "I don't care what you think or remember," I snapped. "The past doesn't matter; the future does. I'm over those moments and you. Stop following me. Let us both go."

Ali noticed my discomfort and asked what was wrong, but I just flashed a fake smile and lied, saying that I needed to assimilate a line from my book. “You can just let it be till some other time instead of obsessing over the thoughts. When you obsess over a thought, it turns into worry, and it starts eating you up. If the opportunity to address it comes, you won’t have the clear judgment, and you will end up messing things up,” he advised and went to sleep.

He took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on himself, but I knew I had pushed him into a corner he couldn't escape. "I don't know where you got that story from," he said slowly, his voice tight, each word like a sharp knife ready to plunge, "but you'd better stop playing with fire, Bella. Memories can be fuzzy, and they can be wrong. Don't take for granted what you think you remember."

Because his presence was the greatest fucking thing ever happened to me. "What were the quotes you kept in your story?" He questioned, pulling back and helping me sit up. "I didn't remember," I murmured. "You will always be more active on social media when you are distressed. Just scrolling and never replying to anyone's message." 'Except yours,' I wanna say. I clapped instead. "Great discovery. Shall I give you an award?" He looked from my head to toe, "I will take it." I hit him in his chest. "Good to know that you have returned how you had gone."

The mind link fizzled for a minute before a voice came through. It had been spotty at best since the potion was still wearing off. I couldn’t shift but I could now mind-link and pick up things that weighed more than seventy pounds without grunting. 'Beta?' 'I can hear you. What up, Mark?'

I tried to label it as a passing thought, dismissing it as mere imagination, but the truth whispered softly in the recesses of my consciousness—I couldn't lie to myself, not this time. The more I resisted, the more the memory expanded, filling the vast expanse of my mind. It played on a loop, like a broken record, each repetition etching the moment deeper into my soul. Doubt crept in, its icy tendrils wrapping around my heart, questioning my own perception. Was I overthinking? Was this just a figment of an overactive imagination?