The Mentalist Fanfic Novels & Stories

" Just business? If that was the case, I shouldn’t even bother asking her what happened in her past that could have triggered such an epic anxiety attack! But even if I want to know the truth, it feels wrong to force it. She should be telling me in her own good time but even if we’re already friends for almost a year, she still hasn’t opened up to me that much. Also, if this is all just business and friendship and college shit, why the hell is our situation driving me fucking insane? Hence, the mistress-slave scenario is the “production” he chose to play in his head before Nick’s arrival. And he meant everything he said in that fantasy. After all the things I’ve done to you in my mind, Lyra…

Albert's POV Albert paced his room. When he was with Minty, he had tried connecting his brain with hers, exactly what a possessive fae would do, but it hadn't worked. He wanted full control of his mate's mind. It's not that he wanted to control her, but it drove him crazy not knowing where his mate was. He felt like he had thrown his mate to the wild animals to devour. Why was she stubborn? All he saw when he tried to probe her mind a little was that she was still a high school student and that she had a boyfriend. Who is Mason? he thought to himself. He didn't know which high school she attended, and this drove him to pull his hair.

What the hell are they doing to me? How do I feel as if they are going to do something terrible to me, what fucking hypnosis, is that the kind of hypnosis I imagined? Wait, I seem to remember someone telling me that Madman was a psychiatrist before he came to Sin Pack, a psychiatrist who could turn people into psychopathic murderers through hypnosis. Should... He's going to... My hand shook with fear. I barely moved when I felt Hansel pinch my pinkie. Pinch, release, pinch again, and so on, as if playing with a kitten's pad.

“Mind-to-mind contact can be . . . intimate. Or ugly. Or really painful. Three things that make it very scary to try.” He brought her hands to his chest. “You are my lifemate, Elizabeth. I am sworn to see to your happiness and protection. Mind-to-mind may feel intimate between us because it is supposed to. I will shield you from any ugliness you might find in my past, and touching my mind, you will never feel pain.” He waited, wanting her to make up her mind. The touch was tentative at first, so light he barely felt it. She brushed against his mind and retreated, running, almost like a child might.

I am for real, Nicholas said. Dumb you, he can read your thoughts, she said pinching herself. What do I do now? leave this room or stay here and have him make a mockery of my mental health. She exhaled and walked out of the room, she could hear him laugh loudly as she close the door, fear gripped her immediately. She walked to his other room, and the first thing she saw was the flash drive, her soul leaped for Joy, she walked to the table and pulled out the flash drive from the laptop. She couldn't stop smiling, she kissed the flash drive and walked to the bed to catch some sleep. Nicholas P.O.V. If there was something I couldn't stand, it was people not obeying my orders and that wa

“Your mother was a curious thing too, always questioning the world around her. Already I see so much of her in you.” I blinked away tears, my eyes downcast as we approached a slope of moss-covered rocks. His words rang a bell within me, dredging up the memory of his supposed affinities. My mouth went dry as I thought about him delving into my mind, toying with my thoughts and uncovering why I’d followed him all this way. “Lucille said you had an affinity for mental magic. You can get into people’s heads and stuff, twist their thoughts and use them to your advantage.”

Whatever it was that he was going to make me do, I didn't want to do it. The Huntsman gave a cackling laugh. “I see you recognize my friend. He can do so much more now than he was the last time the two of you got acquainted. You see, he's been working on not just physical manipulation but on mental manipulation.” My blood ran cold. I had a good idea of where this was going, and it was more terrifying than stabbing Justin in the back. Because at least in my own mind, in my own heart, I knew what I was doing was wrong. And I didn't want to do it, even if my body forced me.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

“I too can surpress memories, and make them come to the surface if I choose.” Elaina felt her blood turn to ice at his words. “How is it done?” “It is called a fusione mentale, a mind meld if you will.” Brother Lionel explained coming ever closer. “If the person I am trying to do it with does not cooperate fully it could drive them to insanity.” “How so?” Elaina asked though she feared the answer. “It will tear your mind apart.” Elder Lionel said. He was standing an inch away from Elaina, the dark holes where his eyes should be appearing to be dark holes now. “Do you wish to allow me to access your mind?”

I step back to keep a safe distance. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? You were just gonna leave like that?" I suddenly feel very hot. What can I say? "I've changed my mind... I'm not gonna stay here. This town, university, Laura, Lucian, everything else. I don't fit in. I'm going back to my old life and..." He puts a hand on my arm and a strange sensation comes over me. The writings of the grimoire remind me of the powers of telepathy and hypnosis. No way am I gonna let myself be manipulated!