The Power Of The Mind Books Novels & Stories

she desperately tried to fight hard but her body was going limp and giving up with his touch, as darkness surrounded her mind. Our mind is the most powerfull tool we have been gifted with, keep it strong to fight strongly.. All Hearts !

I looked at Judy with a muddled expression and she jumped in to simplify the matter. “What it means is, that you have the power to read a person's mind at will when you promptly focus on it, but at times it can also occur spontaneously in situations of sheer desperation or emergency. That's how you were able to read Rachel Dawson's mind that day. Moreover, the most impressive part, as you proved today, is that you can use psychokinesis or the ability to move objects or people at will, when utmost concentration, as well as focus, is placed onto it,” Judy's explanation stuffed a considerable amount of sense in Holden's robotically scientific definition which had felt as though he had swallowed

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

To trust yourself when all doubt. To lead from a danger only you can see clearly. To explain, enable the blind to see. To give people the power to hear the extraordinary in the ordinary, the everyday and normal encryption of the spoken word. To show them the messages and conversations that happen all around us to different levels of the brain. That's quite the challenge. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Saad p.o.v

“So, do you like, have powers or…?” Damn it, and here I was hoping nobody would think to go there. “I don’t- I- “I actually stammered “I mean I don’t think so. But I’ve never tried to do anything different. I mean how does one even know?” if the abbot were here, he would say I’ve never displayed any aptitude. Crazy old man. “Come on, try, I once read somewhere that silver ones had the powers to mover objects with their minds” I glared a Mile wondering where she was going with this.

The books my mother wanted me to read were duller than any of my maths textbooks, they were harder to decipher too. If I wasn’t convinced that my mates life might be saved by the information in one of these books then I would have thrown them out of the window by now. The problem was, I still didn’t have a clue how I was supposed to use the information in these books to get my mate back and defeat Arthur. Most of the sections I had read so far talked about how to effectively protect my mind and how to control the minds of others. Maybe once I had finished reading the remaining passages then I would be able to formulate some kind of plan for my attack. But at the moment I was still clueless.

"What... what are you doing here?" I walked slowly toward her desk. With every step, the pressure in the room mounted, the air growing thick with my power. "I'm here to see my mate." My voice was soft, but held undeniable authority. "Is there a problem?" "N-no problem." Her voice trembled. She subconsciously wrapped her hands around her stomach. "I'll inform the Chairman right away." I moved closer, my body almost touching the front desk. Clara’s breathing grew ragged, sweat beading on her forehead.

Chapter 62 Author’s Pov Rachel had never been one to back away from a challenge, but lately, her mind had been consumed with more than just business. The world had always seemed clear to her, but now, her powers,her ability to see people’s desires and understand their deepest thoughts,had become sharper, more defined. She no longer had to guess at what people wanted. It was like stepping into their minds, understanding their needs before they even spoke them. And with every new revelation, every new insight, it felt as though she was gaining more control over the world around her.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.