Trapped In Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

It's as if I'm trapped in a tomb, sealed away from the world. My mind races, desperately searching for a solution. How long have I been down here? Days? Weeks? Time has lost all meaning in this timeless void. I try to remember my training, the skills I learned, the strategies I mastered. But my thoughts are scattered, fragmented by pain and exhaustion. I need to stay focused. I need to stay alert. I need to find a way out. I close my eyes, trying to visualize the layout of the mansion, to recall any hidden passages, any secret exits. But the darkness in my mind mirrors the darkness around me, obscuring my thoughts, clouding my judgment.

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

Falling deep into an abyss It might be sad and depressed, happy and ecstatic or surprised and excited, but always you have to be feeling somehow. What about when you are running for your life? Is it scary? Of course it is. You are right! But what if you have witnessed your mom's death only a few minutes before? When you have seen it by your doe eyes that an alpha of your pack, the protector you all run to when encountering scary threats shooting your mom to death with a pistol loaded with silver bullets?

But it was as he'd told Jace; it was now or never time. "That the world is a big fat trap waiting to close in on us." "Ahh." He opened a file. "You have some very strong ideas about 'owning' possessions and feeling trapped by them." Trapped¡­ "And you reject them before they can be taken away from you." Troy began to sweat and his heart was beating rapidly. Freaking medicine¡­

I can feel the blush creep up on my cheeks and I fight to keep a straight face. Did Kaleb just say that to me? He just threatened to fuck the bratty attitude out of me. Oh, if only he knew how badly I really want to be a brat and tell him to prove it. But we can't do that now. I can't even think about that right now. We have to figure something out. "Kaleb. We need to figure a way out of here. We are trapped." I say calmly, trying not to show him how turned on he has me. I need to focus.

What really happened to her? She bit her lips and swallowed while thinking hard. Ramming her memories before she appeared on I City, she indeed caught a slight image of him but the name was… she couldn't recall now. "What's wrong with me?"She mumbled to herself and right there and then she jerked from his hold. "I… I need to go back…" she stumbled towards the doorway but the man was fast to catch him in time. "Enah, tell me what's wrong with you. What really happened to you?"

PRESENT DAY.... "Could this day life get any better" I muttered to myself waiting for slumber to take me. I sat up. Huffing I looked around. I needed something that could distract my mind. The emotions I was going through were too heavy on me. I wanted to curl up and die, a day just so I forget. Instead, my mind went on a race of its own. I’m troubled. Can you tell? I hide it so well, I smile my mind run miles,

If only I could dig into the floor, I would have done so and buried myself instead to save myself from the dire humiliation. What was wrong with you, Baby Girl? Why are you doing this to me? Oh my God, I wished I could hide somewhere and stay hidden for at least a month. What the hell was she thinking? Since when did I ever bring girls to my penthouse? She was the only one who ever had the chance to enter here. What a crazy thought that she had. Her mind must have gone haywire or something.

I was listening to the same song that I listened to every morning when I ran along this path, Ruelle’s “Game of Survival.” I had the song on a loop. I loved the beat. There was just something about this song that helped me to free my mind. I pushed myself harder as I ran along the path, loving the power that I felt contained within my body. Since I had gotten here, I could feel myself growing stronger physically. Now I just had to work on getting myself stronger mentally! As I followed the path, through the pouring rain, my thoughts turned to a problem I had picked up on recently. I had become a little protective over the girls I shared a room with. The girls and I had been spending more and

Timing. No attack. No movement. No pattern—yet a pattern. Something was missing. Something important. Something we weren’t seeing. Or maybe— Something we weren’t meant to see. A faint unease crept into my chest. Just as I was about to stop the kids from thinking further, before they accidentally fell into a cycle of confusion, a situation known as a mind trap, my phone rang. All three of us froze. My heart jumped. My head turned toward the table behind me.