Wicked Minds Novels & Stories

A woman passed him, and he heard what she was thinking, though she did not move her lips: "What will my parents tell me when they find out I'm pregnant?" the woman said in her mind. Alexei thought he was going crazy, because she couldn't tell because he couldn't read minds. Alexei said quietly: "Looks like I need to see a psychiatrist… Alexei would have done so, but as soon as he arrived at work, despite his strange state, he found that he could read the thoughts of all the people who passed him. Even his colleague Anna, whom he knew well, decided to approach him after Alexei read her thoughts. Her thoughts were that she needed to go to Alexei and ask if he had a client in his client base t

Or it’s just a dream? But why does it felt so real? I look outside the window and realize that it’s already midnight. I slept too long reason why I skipped dinner. Instead of going downstairs to eat, I decided to go back to sleep. But those voices… they seem so real. I hope they’re not. Because if it’s true, why can’t I remember it? Do I have amnesia? But that’s impossible. I can still remember my childhood. I put myself back to bed and stared at the ceiling until I slowly fell asleep once again. “You killed her!”

" I jumped, my eyes instantly darting to the small glass vial sitting on the vanity. My hand moved toward it, my fingers hovering over the cork as I calculated how much time I had left. “If you take another drop of that, there will be serious consequences,” the voice warned sharply. Wolves have two subconscious minds—one is their wolf, and the second is their human subconscious. I am here to replace your wolf subconscious. So whatever choice you make will affect me.” “I’m glad to know you care so much about me,” “You have to decide quickly, because they are looking for you again. Your time will be up, and if you take another drop of that vial, I’ll kill you from the inside out before the spe

Enjoy reading. My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I'm living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people's minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn't it? But it's not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

"You called this meeting, Gregory. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Gregory's gaze falls on me. He holds it there for a long, tense moment. Nothing flickers behind those eyes—no emotion, not recognition, nothing at all. Cold and dead. This guy's fucking unstable. I've deal with dozens of gangsters in my time. From straight-up murderers to psychopaths, drug dealers, addicts, thieves, and more. I've met them all, defended a few. I thought I knew the criminal mind. Until sitting across from Gregory.

I gripped the door handle and turned it slowly, causing that creak sound to escape from its hinges. "Hello!" I shout through out the house. No response. Slience. I went down the stairs and yell again. Still nothing. I went to the kitchen and saw no one. The house was empty. What sick psycho is doing this? What if he could kill me and left my body to rot and stink up this place. Even worst, he could leave a bomb and it just went off and KA-BOOOM! I'm dead. I need to stop watching so much tv. I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now.

Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance. Viktor's laboratory, hidden deep within the city's industrial district, buzzed with activity. Rows of vials containing the potent chemical lined the shelves, emitting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. Viktor, a man driven by both intellect and vengeance, monitored the city's descent into madness with a cold, calculating gaze.

I shouldn't allow my mind to wander that far. And what Lily just did to me doesn't help my sanity. Torturing each other is one of our favorite games, but that was just cruel. I'm still horny as fuck, despite the turmoil going on in my mind. No wonder all of my good sense has fled me. I'm lucky I can think of anything but my throbbing cock.

The beauty queen girlfriend he was so proud of was actually a filthy witch who had seduced countless other guys, and she had even infected them with her disease. "It's over. If this can't be cured, Mom and Dad will definitely kill me." I vaguely heard Matt mutter under his breath. Then he suddenly turned and looked at me. What flashed in his eyes was hatred. "Wendy, give me that salve of yours! The one that's made using your old family recipe!" As Matt spoke, he charged at me. The other young women were so scared they ran, and before I could dodge away, he already grabbed my wrist.