The Mentalist Fanfic Novels & Stories

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

Max hooked his index finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I could feel the slimy tendrils disguised as silk, seeping into my mind. “Max, I’m warning you, get the fuck out of my mind.” I snarled. “But doll, I love you… Can’t you feel our bond?” He said softly, and the hurt in his eyes was apparent. This felt so fucking real. The only difference is I could feel him in my mind. I swear that this was the memory, exactly how it happened. But I knew he was messing around in there, changing shit. He was not my gifted mate and this was not real.

I had informed him of my condition through our linked minds. “Now let's get down to business," He said cracking his knuckles. “Thanks," I said felling unconscious. ARTURO POV My mood darken when I saw frank on the floor. His attacker had used a manipulative spell on him, that spell was mind absorbing and it made people do the bidding of the caster. “You have some nerves using that spell on my beta," I growled at him and he laughed.

"I couldn't do it, Larry. Every time I looked at her... every time she tried to touch me or climb into my bed... I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't bear the thought of touching another person when my entire heart, my entire soul, was completely obsessed with you. I was so madly, desperately in love with you that the idea of being intimate with anyone else felt like betraying my own soul." A lump formed in my throat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I turned around on his lap, throwing my arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as I could. "Rowan..." "I used my mother's mental magic," Rowan confessed quietly into my shoulder. "Just a tiny push while she was about to sleep... put

I know this may be a bummer, but the mental instability implementation smut writing has on me takes a negative toll on my health and I’m sorry. This doesn’t mean there won’t be passionate moments anymore, quite the opposite, it just means that I won’t have chapters full of graphic explanations of the s3x scenes but rather a simple summary that suggests the deed was done. This also won’t affect the flow of the story, everything will go on perfectly as the plot entails! I’ll ensure the moment is the same as ever and still beautiful and I hope you understand. If some of you choose to drop my story after reading this, I’d be saddened but I’ll understand, and if you choose to continue, I’ll be tr

Everyone is here," I ask my mate through mind linking. He ignored me as his hand caressed my thighs higher. I take a deep breath and clench my legs together. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me, and I grit my teeth. He smirks at me as he continues. I feel his hand under my dress. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything else. His fingers move further up and I feel my heart racing. I can't control what's happening. I feel powerless and overwhelmed. I can't focus my mind on anything else. I glare at him, but he pretends to eat while his hand is down there torturing me. His hand moved further into my pants, then he mind link me. "Baby, spread your legs for me,"

she told Abigail and saw the other woman inhale sharply through her nose in sympathy. “I know, right?” Aislen nodded knowing that Abigail was imaging having it done to her. “But they’re my psychos and always have been. They are terrible for my mental health, but fantastic for my sexual fantasies. So, I stay away from them because mind-blowing sex doesn’t erase the head-f-ck. I miss them,” her voice caught on the words. “They haunt my dreams.

"So, do you finally know who's the one on the chopping board now, hmm?" Jade glared at me. "You! You must have used some sort of black magic on my dad to control him! How could he possibly abandon his own daughter like that!" I slapped her on the cheek again. "You're so stupid, you're beyond saving." God was fair, after all. He'd given her all the beauty in the world, but it was all in lieu of a brain. More and more people filled the venue, with everyone casting curious glances toward us. I didn't want to feel like a performing circus monkey, so I turned to Drew and said, "Take them away."

My fingers tightened around the notebook in my hand, my knuckles turning pale. Whispers of doubt rippled through the room, and Ruby’s eyes instantly reddened. "If you’re saying it was yours, then show us. Demonstrate it right now." I forced down the hatred surging inside me and pointed toward Morgan Grant, an earth-element user, who was hovering on the brink of awakening, yet was stuck at a bottleneck. "His mental threshold is unstable. Since you have this Spark of Dominion, go ahead and help him break through." Ruby froze for a split second, then quickly composed herself. She stepped forward with confidence, placing her hand against the man’s forehead in a practiced gesture.