The Unbreakable Brain By Will Mitchell Novels & Stories

Eli came to her senses and praised, "Stella, you are so awesome. You could even remember such a thing." Stella looked at Eli and said softly, "Our brains couldn't be compared even to a few hundred computers. However, a normal person's brain is only developed from three to six percent. A so-called genius brain could only be developed from six to nine percent. As long as you continue to develop your potential and work hard, everyone will eventually become very powerful, unless you are born with a mental handicap. Therefore, as long as you work hard, you will be able to do it too."

“The decision to block everyone out. I get it. I know why you did it. And maybe had you done it to an adult., they probably would worried about the changes in you. But teachers these day have enough on their plate and from what I can see, you don’t have any other family members.” “And kids?” I asked rewinding the last few years of high school. “Well kids are something else. Some are passionate and even kind like you. But others are different. They see someone hurt, down, in despair and they never think, maybe something is wrong. That’s it. I knew when I saw you that you needed help. The hospital knew too but with you being eighteen, there wasn’t much they could do about it.” I closed my eyes

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

My stupid body won't let me. I bury my face in his chest, my shoulder shakes as I break down crying. Michael rubs soothing circles on my back as he apologizes over and over again. But it's not his fault. It's mine. My stupid body, my stupid head, and my stupid past... It's me!

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.

Charlotte saw her crying and quickly handed her a tissue, saying, "Don't cry, Liz. I'm fine, aren't I? Of course it hurts, having brain surgery is supposed to hurt, right?" "The doctor said, the blood clot in my brain is like a time bomb, it's going to explode sooner or later. It's better to explode now than at some random time. This time, it's a blessing in disguise. The clot is gone, so I won't have to worry about it anymore." Elizabeth could tell that Charlotte was trying to comfort herself. She wiped her tears and saw the bowl of soup beside her, so she picked it up and said, "Aren't you supposed to be drinking this soup? Why stop halfway?"

He is still a patient and he has used to much of energy for a patient. He sure has not much wounds and injuries like that of Kevin but he still is a victim. My heart explodes when I see him laying unconscious in the ground. "Zion?" I shout his name and run towards him and the doctor is called in immediately. We all stand in front of door and wait for doctor. "What is wrong with him doctor?" his assistant asks. "I am sorry to say but due to his internal injury its hard for him to predict people. It will take time for him for his recovery but until then, please I don't want you to stress his memories. I mean to say act as he thinks," he says. Act like he thinks. What does that mean? I should a

Philip’s hand paused briefly in the motion, but he quickly resumed and withdrew the needle, pressing down on the puncture site. He stood up. “Diego, do you know? The human brain is the most complex organ—bar none. It’s incredibly intelligent and self-preserving. When someone is under extreme emotional stress or psychological collapse, the brain activates a self-protection mechanism. Miss McKenna has likely gone through something unimaginably traumatic. Her brain has reached a limit far beyond the average person’s endurance. In fact, if it were anyone else, they would’ve gone insane already.” He glanced at Diego and, seeing that his emotional state was still stable, began packing up the equip

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."