Thinking Of Me Novels & Stories

His mind raced with thoughts, ‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! What should I do? What to do? Will she hit me? I hear she slaps people even if they merely look at her. Oh my god, what will happen to me? I don’t want to look!! This is nerve-wrecking. Why do I even have to sit beside her?! Someone please save me! I just got out of one hell. I don’t want to be in another one! Oh, please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me! Oh my god I think I’m going to faint.’ thought like those swirled in his mind over and over again until all the words got jumbled up and no coherent sentences were formed anymore. It was like a ball of black thread all tangled up and there is no way to untangle the

my mind taunted me . I groaned again for the second time as I tried my best to hit the thought out of my head and the more I thought of it ,the more confusing it was to me and it was not good at all, I couldn't stop thinking about him even if I wanted to ,it was just as if he was stuck on my head andno matter what he was always going to be there ,I just had to get him away his thoughts were beginning to kill me and I just needed to be free . I immediately had my bath and the moment

This causes my thoughts to turn in another direction. Sex.

A faint smear of lipstick near my collarbone No. Not lipstick. Too dark. I touch it. It doesn’t smear. Teeth. My breath leaves me slowly. This wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t soft. I was hungry. And I can’t remember a second of it. Anger starts to burn through the fog. Not at the marks. In the blank space in my head. I grip the sink harder. Think. I remember leaning against the bar. I remember someone stepping into my space without asking permission. “You look bored,” a voice had said.

Just I was thinking something came across my mind. “Wait…"

Time. I needed to think.

There's so much I have to think about. I climb in the shower.

Mostly. That thought sits heavy. What is wrong with me?

"What am I thinking?" Xylon still held the spoon, his eyes teasing me as he slowly savored each bite. I couldn't help but swallow hard as I noticed him lightly taste his lower lip while his gaze remained fixed on me. "Damn! This man is provoking me," I thought, feeling an unfamiliar sensation stirring within me and intensifying my thirst. When I glanced at my glass, I realized it was already empty. Without hesitation, before he could scoop another spoonful, I swiftly snatched the spoon from him.

In the bathroom, after removing my clothes, I sat in the icy cold water and thought. What if I could control this monster inside me? What if I could turn it off or on anytime I wanted? I recalled how I teleported back to the mall, and I remembered that it was because I Thought it with cordial intent. Faith, Kind of wishing for something or being sure of something with a hundred percent confidence. Desiring something Desperately Activated Monster me! Thinking that I’m teleporting actually made me teleport.