Words Can Change Your Brain Novels & Stories

Sex was what I had to give and I was worth every dollar rich men paid. It gave me a lot to think about. The brain fog I’d been under had receded. I was thinking clearer. The clean air didn’t make me want to vomit and I didn’t miss my designer heels while hiking. I wasn’t a mountain woman but the exercise helped my mental condition and the things Duke taught me taxed my brain. It made me think of things outside the horror that had been my world the past few months.

"Stop doing that shit. Seriously. Knock it off." "Then stop projecting your thoughts so loud," I retorted, pulling my door shut. "You are practically shouting at me." Lucas stared at me like I’d just insulted his entire bloodline. “Yeah, okay,” he said flatly. “Or maybe don’t read my damn thoughts like it’s a group chat.” “It’s not a group chat. It’s just your brain screaming at me," I muttered, shoving my phone into my purse. Lucas let out a harsh laugh. "My brain is perfectly fine. You're the one invading my privacy."

"No. It didn't work because you're stronger than they anticipated. And because despite everything I did wrong, you never stopped loving me." Leon's voice was getting weaker, and everyone realized their time was running out. "Sophie, there's something else. Something about your enhanced abilities that even you don't understand yet." "What about them?" "Your empathic network doesn't just let you influence people's emotions. It lets you rewrite their neural pathways." Sophie's face went completely still. "Rewrite them how?" "You can make permanent changes to how people think, feel, and perceive reality. Not just temporary influence – actual biological modification of brain structure."

he lengthily added. My jaw dropped upon hearing those words. All he just said have a huge impact to me. I don’t what to say. I’m totally speechless right now. That was a mind-blowing revelation to me. Who would have thought that a demon like him is capable of changing? And who would have thought I can make him change into a good one? That was beyond anyone’s imagination. Well, maybe, it's true that if you want to change someone’s bad behavior into a good or better one, just show them kindness. We can’t control their behavior, but we can control ours. The way we respond to them can leave an impact in their hearts. My deep thoughts came into halt when Mammon suddenly flicked my forehead with h

Sharon's brain transplant surgery had already been completed. Originally, even Second Pops hadn't been confident about such an unprecedented, extremely high-risk operation. But to get back at the Stantons for me, he'd forced his way through the technical difficulties and swapped Sharon's brain out for the "idiot's brain" she'd prepared ahead of time. I stared at her curiously. Now that she had an idiot's brain in her, would she really become an idiot? The Sharon I saw now had drooping eyes and a slack mouth. Drool leaked out whenever she moved even a little. She sure looked like a fool, but when my gaze swept over her, she still glared back at me with a mix of humiliation and rage.

The flowers in the park bloomed beautifully, attracting countless butterflies in various colors. The young woman was so engrossed in the sight that she started to space out. Naturally, she didn't care about the conversation taking place in the background. The doctor was still speaking at that time. "If you want to stabilize her condition, the best way is to avoid triggering her brain as much as possible. Otherwise, the defense mechanism of her brain will get activated, causing her memory to deteriorate even faster. After all, it's impossible for her to control her thoughts right now, so she tends to wipe out all the bad memories in one go."

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Joan muttered between her teeth. “See that’s where you get it wrong. These deep breathes increases the supply of oxygen to your brain which helps you feel connected to your body and all the worries in your head disappears into the quiet. It’s more effective than drugs people say” Amanda chuckled softly as Joan lifted her eyes to her. “Come on now” A light scoff escaped her lips. “I know you’re worried about Frederick.” “Aren’t you?” She asked.

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

Jenny's brain looked like a tangle of threads and was a real mess. With a state of mind like this, someone must constantly instill suggestions that he is very dirty and must die. Something that is constantly instilled said will stick and eventually make Jenny think that she is really dirty and deserves to die. Just like a lie that is continuously spoken will turn into a truth. Psychological suggestions like this need at least three to twelve months. It all depends on how often it is implanted in the brain. It was likely that this bastard had known Jenny for at least a year or so.