Subliminal Guru Novels & Stories

Athena was embarrassed at all the things he pointed out, she glanced at him and all his attention was on the slice he was buttering, “you know, it almost sounds like I am taking lectures.” “You are taking lectures,” he said, placing the slice on her plate, he looked at her and their eyes met, “and I am the tutor.”

Sibelle In the fog of my consciousness, a voice slowly pierces the silence. It's him. The eagle. He whispers in my ear, begging me to wake up. He swears he will change. That he will pay attention to my desires, to my needs. Is it sincere? Does he really mean it?

Heavenly Demon Kim Min laughed as he asked. While many didn’t know about Master Subhuti, Heavenly Demon Kim Min wasn’t one of the many. Unlike his careless looking self, he was a very careful man. He knew about many gods and was informed of their techniques and weaknesses. He had such a bright mind that the only thing that prevented him from becoming a Spiritualist was his lack of soul power, and so he was able to vividly remember every detail about the most notable gods and goddesses in the True Universe; and Master Subhuti was one of them.

"Oh no. These Hares paid good money to watch you filthy toms. School kits are waiting to see a real Northern Forest beast. Go eat from your bowl and play with your toys. No cave for you until you entertain." "Where am I?" Guru's voice cracked though it was just a broken purr to the Hares. "I want to go home. I demand it. I'm an internationally known celebutom." It wasn't something Guru did often. He never had strange demands at his appearances or exuberant fees for speaking engagements. But right now, if throwing his weight around got him anywhere, he'd do it. Of course, no one understood him so his postering amounted to absolutely nothing.

In the end, I didn't move. Luca had picked up on my internal struggle and hesitation. Instead of getting mad, he pulled me into his arms. "Are you feeling ill?" I shook my head and replied, "I had a nightmare." As though something had suddenly popped into his mind, Luca's arms tightened around me, looking extremely anxious. "Believe me, Elena. To each other, Celia and I are nothing more than a parent and a personal tutor. Please don't misunderstand us." Parent and tutor? To him, was it appropriate for a tutor and her student's parent to get down and dirty in the wine cellar?

As such, he said, "He came a few days ago, and he's clearly attained enlightenment as well as well-versed in Buddhism. Nanako met him by chance, and he seemed to discern that she had the gift for enlightenment, therefore offering his guidance." Vera feigned curiosity. "A mentor in the path of enlightenment? It's the first time I've heard of such a thing... What was his name?" "Master Jeevika," Charlie answered. "He is allegedly the star in Buddhist philosophy and enlightenment in recent years." "Master Jeevika…" Vera nodded slightly. She had no idea who he really was, but the title didn't seem fake. Still, she was inwardly delighted. It was unlikely for such a great monk to appear out of now

Samkelo observed carefully, identifying the subtle cues in posture, hesitation, and shadow flickers. He extended influence subtly, redirecting perception without coercion, emphasizing consequences, and guiding ethical judgment. Slowly, the staff member corrected the action, unaware that their behavior had been nudged, stabilized, and guided toward the correct choice. The mansion’s shadows coiled in acknowledgment, responding to Samkelo’s deliberate intent.

Tom mused internally as he watched one of Grossman’s meaty henchmen shift his weight from foot to foot. The masks of fake politeness were properly off between them. But Mikhail Grossman was still Tom’s generous employer, and Tom - his overpaid, cocky but irreplaceable IT genius. It was still a mystery to Tom why Grossman suddenly became so suspicious. He had a vague idea it was something to do with Vlad, or maybe Leila being his fiancée. Nobody seemed to inform Grossman what had happened a few hours ago in Vlad’s office, and Tom didn’t feel their meeting was the occasion to break the bad news. He was calmly watching Grossman pace like a caged animal, oblivious to the secret symphony Tom cond