Trapped Inside Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

He suddenly went between her legs and parted it. No! this is not good. She will go to work the next day. Damn it! Damn him! Damn her stupid body for not listening to her because she was already leaning in to him. Soon enough, she felt that blissful penetration again and she could do nothing but curse him in her mind.

I was trapped in my own thoughts, unable to find a way out. The minutes turned to hours, and still, I sat there, lost in my own mind. The world outside continued to move forward, but I felt as though I was stuck in time, unable to make a move, unable to find a way out of the darkness that was closing in on me. It was a feeling that I knew all too well, a sense of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of doubt and fear. And as the night wore on, I knew that I would have to find a way to break free, or risk being consumed by it forever.

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.

He was so damn mad at himself for not thinking of this. He didn’t have any answer to that. He didn’t know what to say because that’s what he had been told. He still couldn’t grasp the concept of what that prophecy meant. He wanted to discuss it with someone but he only had Abel who was not in the condition to solve his life problems. He was keeping all of this in the back of his head while focusing on spending time with his mate. He wanted to make his insecurities go away but for the first time, he had no idea how to.

"If you come within twenty feet of me or the children, the Covenant's programming forces your nervous system into overdrive. If I had not stopped you, the blood pressure spike would have ruptured the arteries in your brain. To keep you alive, I have to stay on this side of the glass." Maya stared at the invisible, twenty-foot void between them. It was a chasm wider than the ocean he had just pulled her from. She was a blank slate, devoid of her history, but the profound, agonizing yearning in her chest was undeniable. She wanted the safety of his arms. She wanted the man who had torn down a submarine to save her. "I am a prisoner in my own mind," Maya sobbed, resting her forehead against the

The nurse saw me she scream Everyone keep running into the room and saw me I was taken again and was injected,but I don't know why I feel like something or someone calling to me and it feels it getting close

] After a while, Caroline received a reply from Freya. Freya: [Well, patients like her who have suffered significant trauma often voluntarily forget memories they want to forget. These memories are deeply ingrained in their minds, and they resurface when they see something or someone specific, causing them to regain their clarity.] Freya: [Ms. Shenton, I'll be blunt. In my observation, her moments of clarity are not a good sign. During those times, she also exhibits severe symptoms of depression, anxiety, and even manic episodes. Additionally, during her episodes, she often mumbles things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine. As for what she said, I'll compile a report and send it to

Everything was enclosed, polished, and deliberate… Just as similar as a trap. A suffocating stillness settled over me. I pressed my forehead to the door, my breathing turned shallow, trying to think, to reason, to find a sliver of clarity. But my body had its own memory— the instinct to protect, to move, to flee— and it battled against the shock in my mind. I was trapped, alone, at the mercy of someone else’s design. Time passed in a haze. The clock on the wall seemed to stretch each second into eternity. And then, finally, the door opened.

Letta said, making Marco fall silent, before Letta truly looked at her husband. “Where were you when I felt the pain? Where were you when I was trapped in that pain? Where is the Marco who now embraces me warmly? Where is the Marco who promised to protect me? I'm sure it wasn't a hallucination. I'm sure it happened to me because the pain feels so real. Even the pain I feel now makes my breath feel tight. What actually happened to me? Have Ilost my mind now? Am I suddenly crazy because I want to regain my memory?" Letta asked again, crying, as if she couldn't control her memories. As if Letta was possessed by someone else in her body. As if she had two thoughts, two personalities, and two peo

Livia ran until her breath came in ragged gasps as she charged up the stairs. Brown’s words kept ringing in her head—there were only five minutes left. That tiny sliver of time wasn’t enough for both running and thinking. All she could do was pour every ounce of energy into her legs; her brain didn’t have the space to think about anything else. ‘Damn it! Why am I going through this again?’