Thinking Of Me Novels & Stories

" I thought I was the only one who was an over-thinker ." I looked across and smiled at Toby. " Welcome back to the land of the living. I hope you were lost in peaceful dreams. I am an over-thinker. I just like to process things and get into my head. Sometimes I get stuck in my head and I can't get out but when I do get out I sound normal, I don't have my head voice on. "

STOP THINKING ABOUT SEX BLUE! Right…so maybe I should explore the house some more and text Rhea about ideas. Yep thinking about my sister-in-law is making me think a little more clearly. Nothing like thinking about my husband’s sister to completely kill the mood. Imagining her walking in on us just now seals the deal and suddenly my mind is completely clear.

I hated that I thought like that. “You have no right to be in here,” I replied to her, looking at her. She was quite small, I was a lot bigger than her. All I could think about was having her under me, hear her moan and thrash while I plunge into her. It was all I could think about. Fuck, stop it. Stop thinking like this. I warned my thoughts.

Even as I paced to and fro the length of the room I was in, no idea came to me. I balked at how it was becoming increasingly hard to think straight these days. Each time I sat down to think, only the thought of Eric and what he would do to me came. I would spend hours and hours fantasising about the man. By the time I realize that I needed to think of a way to get out of the mess I was in in order to actually see him, I would start thinking of an escape plan. Barely five minutes into the deep thinking, I would find myself thinking about Eric again... just like I currently was.

Drunk In My Mind ~ Benson Boone Adea A range of thoughts and emotions flit through me as I wonder how Gabe is here and then why. A fiendish idea comes to mind and an equally devilish smile spreads across my face. Because there was only one reason Gabe would be here this morning. Dropping my phone, I moved to get up, my leg shifting when I’m held back down. Shane’s grip had tightened, and he was refusing to let me get away. I definitely didn’t miss the hardness digging into my belly.

Then I head to the gym, straight to the treadmill with a floating mind. Still thinking about my brother.

I find myself thinking about Red even though I don’t want to. Fuck. What’s happening to me?

"What did you say?" arm tightening just enough to command absolute silence. He looked up at the vaulted ceiling, his chest finally rising and falling in a normal, rhythmic pattern as his dual bloodlines begrudgingly called a truce, pacified by the sheer memory of the encounter. "When I was near her, the noise... the constant, agonizing screaming of the wolf and the endless hunger of the leech... it just stopped. For the first time since I was reborn into this nightmare, my mind was entirely quiet. Her presence is a sanctuary, Mira. She is the anchor I have spent my entire miserable existence looking for."

"Yes, you do. This deep thinking thing is going to get you killed, Sam. If you want to daydream or think about things, do it at home, where you're safe. Not out here in the open, where any number of things can go wrong. You're going to get yourself killed if you can't control your thoughts. Don't be that idiot that gets other people killed." "I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I say, even though I know it probably will. Lately all I've been able to do is think. I think when I'm preparing food for everyone. I think when I'm bathing. I think when I'm working out. I think in dangerous situations like this. I even think late at night when I'm in Ryder's arms. I don't know if I can turn off my mi

Inside my head, one thought echoed loudly. You have got to be fucking kidding me.