Retrain Your Brain Novels & Stories

I transferred because I needed distance, a new city, a new station, some kind of fresh start. At least that's what I told myself. Mercer motioned for me to follow him. "Come on. I'll introduce you to the team before they all pass out trying not to think around you." As we walked through the bullpen, the atmosphere shifted. The second heads started turning in my direction, the mental panic somehow got worse. [Don't think about that stripper!] [Why is she prettier than I expected?] [I wonder if she can hear fantasies.] [Don't think dirty!]

he said, calm, firm, “she’s not completely out of the woods yet, but the worst is over. She can’t remember anything or anyone—her past is gone for now. It’s like brain therapy will be her next step—cognitive rehabilitation. We’ll use exercises to retrain her memory, maybe spark something with photos, stories, repetition. Or we’ll teach her tricks—notes, routines—to live around the gaps. Her old life might stay blank, but she can still learn new things, day by day.” Jeremiah’s breath hitched, face twisting, and he stepped back, hands raking his hair, a growl escaping. “Gone?” he spat, voice breaking, guilt clawing deeper—should’ve been there, should’ve stopped it. Elena’s brain spun, gears gr

he says I bite the slice of pizza that he placed on my plate absentmindedly. He continues “So yes. It is possible that one fine morning you might surprisingly regain all your memory” he says “Okay” I reply lost deep in thought. He shifts from his couch and gets on to the same one as I. We barely had a five feet distance between us now but my mind could only process on the conversation we had “Is there a way I can convince my brain?” I ask again He smiles “no Laura. Things take time” he says and starts eating his slice.

A group of students applauded, following the applause of the already trained agents who had worked closely with our mentor. “Today you will learn how to use your brains as weapon’s. What I mean by this is that you will have to think your way out of a situation without using any gun, or knife or fist, just using your brain. “he continually stated, and the class, marveled. “The brain of a guardian must always be alert as this is one of the requirement to defeat an enemy. Our first lesson, will be on feeding the brain with the right nutrition “

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

he said breathlessly, allowing his fingers to relax again. “You just woke up. I’m sure you’ll get full mobility back with time. Keep working at it. You just have to retrain your brain to move your fingers,” the PA said. “Retrain my fingers?” His incredulous gaze moved to Brian. His breath hitched. “What?” “I’m sure your fingers will be fine,” Brian said. “It’s okay.” “How is this okay?” Trey flexed his fingers slightly. “I can’t play guitar like this.” The PA took his hand and squeezed it. “Don’t panic, Trey. Give yourself time to recover. You just woke up.”

Brutal. “Travis is alright. He is just exhausted due to the strain he has been under for the past nine months. Retraining the mental pathways of the brain to become even more flexible than normal is no mean feat. I would have been impressed by how long it took him to open the gate, but that would be an insult to you. I might not be able to truly fathom how much power you possess, but I surmise that the standards for tutoring your son must be higher for him to become better than you are.

Is this a curse? "What's the issue!" Brian asks. "I do have a partial memory loss I think, as I do forget vital things I'm not supposed to ever forget." He holds my wrist making my heart go low in tension, it had heightened when I heard his voice. I thought in my mind that if it was either Alpha Peter or Alpha Casmien, most especially Casmien, I'm done for. Brian squeezes my hands gently. "You need to start training your brain to remember and detect even more than it should. We are in very critical times, we have enemies who belong to our family and they want to pull us down so that they can be the only ones shining."

Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me. “There’s a time to run and there’s a time to kill this motherfucker. That’s what you’re training for.” I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could count. Brack was right—when I fell into bed that night, I was too tired to think about what he did in the shower. I have no memory of him climbing in beside me.

Third POV. They nodded their heads, making Boston sigh in relief. “Next you need to break through the brain, get into my brain, and imagine the different scenes in my mind. After that, concentrate on what you want to see, the day on which what you want happened, where it took place, and how the surroundings. Was there noise or not? After concentrating on that, now stop imagining the different images in my mind and concentrate on what is on my mind. You will see different things. Everything that happened in my life from the day I was born till the day, will all fall on each other making the sight to be blur but concentrate on the images. One at a time but at speed.”