The Mentalist Fanfic Novels & Stories

We still have the whole night ahead of us. “With you, even the night will not be enough,” the mentalist replied, sparkling with crazy eyes. "Undress and go to the bedroom!" he ordered, squeezing my neck. This is what I didn't like at all! I tried to contact Pasha, but nothing came of it. Damn, it had to be so substituted! "Don't you want to tell me anything?" I snapped, unhooking his fingers from my throat. Who are you going to play cat and mouse with? - Painfully clutching my chin, he shouted out my face. - Snot! - added the maniac, releasing and pushing along the corridor from the side of the bedroom.

“What did I do?” “You were about to ask them something. Something you saw in their minds.” “Yes.” Her mood switched to excited. “Someone called Yuqi. She must be why they fell out. Probably a love triangle.” “Alright, Stephenie Meyer Fan Club, take your oestrogen off the boil. If you’d asked them something you couldn’t possibly have known, they’d have figured out you can read minds. The whole point of having that ability is not letting people know you can do it.”

“Then start talking.” She scoffed. “I haven’t the slightest clue. ‘Astral Eyes’? Sounds like a cheap knockoff of some wolf-witch mutation. Never heard of it.” I wasn’t buying her act for even a second. I lifted the iron chain and let it lash across her again. “Drop the act. We broke through your mental barrier; once we can tear through it again and again. And without your protective enchantments, you know very well you might not walk away with your mind intact.”

Just that thought makes me feel nauseous. Mr. Fisher sits down behind his desk, adjusting the glasses on his face. “Talk to me.” “I know this isn’t going to make much sense, but I’m going to say it anyway. My sister is dating Thought, the immortal, which I know sounds crazy, but for some reason it’s true. And all these mental problems are his fault, and she didn’t warn me the entire time,” I exasperate, resting my elbows on his desk. It feels good to get this off my chest to someone who isn’t within my own hallucination.

In an insane motion, I swing my body to the side, exactly where I knelt to finger myself for him, and where I collapsed with my thighs wide open, oozing my creampie while he wishes to see all of it. But there’s emptiness. Absolute void. It's as if my mind wants to keep our secret locked away from the world and make Dominic Mercer disappear. “He was—- I—-” I stop to process everything. Was I hallucinating all along? The whip that has me screaming in pain. There’s no car channeling light on me, just a full streetlight high above me. Oh, god. I feel sick to the stomach. My memory comes in bits. The oath… It's like a guilty part of me that’s too obsessed with my fantasy man.

To strike at him would be even worst. The Ancestor was an honest upright person. But the Secret Realm and exiting had made her a little crazy. To much went on while she was gone. "Are you sure this Ren did not do it out of wanting something?" Maleficient asked. 'I need to clear my mind before I make another mistake. So many "Mental Monsters" have formed inside me.' Mental Monster basically causes a cultivator to hallucinate and doubt themselves. Coupled with a Heart Monster, the cultivator usually goes into to full-on hysteria destroying their own cultivation and everything they ever cared for.

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

"How about you? How's Carmen?" He nods. "She's good. Great actually. We have so much in common. I'm starting to think there's something really special between us." You're both members of a psychopathic, murderous wolfpack? "That's great." I smile. "Happy for you, man." He furrows his brow. "You ok? You seem....weird." I shake my head. "Couldn't be better. My girl's ranked now, I'm totally in love and we're moving in together. I'm fan-fucking-tastic." I grab my training clipboard and walk past him clapping his shoulder.

She apologized, knowing that he would understand. "Not a problem." Professor Perkins replied, unable to stop the tightening of his guts whenever 'a friend' was mentioned. This is bad. He thought, making sure that the barrier he had placed over his mind was still intact. For some reason in the café, he had felt a force sifting through his mind, and had instantly wedged it, surprised at the power and audacity of the intruder. But then, he had thought that it had been orchestrated by the clique in the café, and not the redhead. Knowing it was her after they had left the café, disturbed him a bit. She shouldn't be this powerful as a human psychic, or was she more? "Are we closer to your house no

This one can think beyond its thirst. It thinks of Mei. I respond with thoughts of Aline and Mei together. When I form the thought, it bares its teeth, striking a threatening pose, ready to attack my jugular. I respond in kind. Catching full sight of me, the blood-thief's eyes widen and our minds collide. The shock of mental penetration releases frustrated, surprised snarls from us both. I read things in its mind that make me wonder at its restraint, its humanity. “Stay away from Mei!”