Brain Lock Novelas e Histórias

It felt like somebody had thrown something heavy on my head. With that thought, I instantly squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to recall what had taken place the day before, but unfortunately, my mind was long blocked. There were no memories of events that occurred yesterday. Thoughts began to swirl around my head, encouraging my shuddering, sweating hands to violently clutch my hair. The buzzing started to become loud— the pain was excruciating and it felt like my brain was being pulled out of its rightful place. "Drink this, to isolate the pain from your subconscious mind!" Liam's voice rang in my head, startling the nerves of every corner of my system. Sharply turning to my right, my eyes f

Doctor Fernandez said, thoughtfully. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Her mind could choose to block it all over again.” She explains. “We can only wait for her to wake up.” I sighed. “But as her doctor, I hope she remembers it this time.” Doctor Fernandez suddenly said, which made me look at her sharply. “It’s not healthy for her brain to keep blocking everything unwanted. Instead of facing it head on little by little, it will keep piling up and when it finally begins to resurface all at once, she may not be able to handle it.” She tells me.

“We’ve completed several tests, and you’re stable now. However, there’s something we need to address. The amnesia you’re experiencing is likely related to the emotional trauma from your recent incident.” I stare at him, confusion spreading across my face. “Emotional trauma?” Dr. Williams nods. “Yes. Sometimes, the brain blocks out memories or details as a way to protect you from emotional pain. It’s a coping mechanism. The memories might return gradually, but it could take time.”

His hands flew to grab his hair and fisted them. "Blake was right?! But how? Why? What happened to her?" Jack panicked. He was thinking for people to have such things as losing their memories, they would usually have a bad fall causing head or brain injuries. In his assessments of Brianna, she is a healthy person to suffer such illness or abnormality. Lucien stared at the portrait.

She would just have to accept the fact that he would find out her secret. As soon as she removed the block from her mind she felt Harry's presence immediately. *Babe, what's wrong? Where are you?* *H-Harry-* Brooke's thoughts were cut off and she gasped when there was a sharp prick in her neck. She looked up at Ben with wide eyes as he removed the needle from her neck. She suddenly couldn't feel Harry. He was gone. "W-what-" "It's a nice little invention of mine," Ben smiled. "Blocks the mindlink of mates and pack members. Now get in the fucking car."

“Some days feel clearer than others.” “And today?” he asked gently. “Today feels…” I paused, searching for the right word. “Busy. In my head.” He leaned back slightly, folding his hands. “That happens a lot during recovery. Your brain is doing more work than you realize.” I looked at the window briefly, then back at him. “It’s strange. I wake up knowing I’m supposed to remember things, but I don’t. It’s like standing in a room filled with locked doors.” “That’s actually a very common description,” he said. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”

I focused on him, still glaring. “Roman explained that you have a lot of blocked memories. When they push forward, you get these episodes. Is this one of them?” he asked. I was about to tell him to go to hell when the pressure in my head built up again, causing me to groan and bend forward. “Yeah, seems that way,” he said. “Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?”

“Creep, wasn’t he?” He didn’t confirm. He just sighed and rubbed his face. “I wish he’s not the alpha,” he muttered. “Me, too,” I casually replied. “So, is there a way to block him? I don’t want him popping up in my head all the time.” “We can control it, of course,” Trevor nodded. “Mind link is like a telephone. If you don’t answer it, they won’t be able to talk to you. But you need to train your channel to not always be open so that anyone can enter your mind and say crazy things.”

I am bombarded by ten years of varying horrible things that Brady said to me, especially the things I’d buried deep in my mind, never to be revisited again. “No, stop,” I whispered, grabbing my head with my hands, squeezing tightly. My breaths were coming in gasps now, and I was feeling lightheaded. The more I squeezed my hands, the more I felt an odd sensation on my forehead. Black spots were dancing in my vision, and Brady was still shouting everything in my mind I’d tried to forget he’d ever said to me to begin with.

In order to convince them, she struggled to say in a hoarse voice, "Who am I? What ... what is this place?" "Poor girl..." Briley immediately bawled. "How did you break your head and forget everything? Gerald, come and take a look at her..." Gerald came over. He seemed to have some medical skills. He held a ragged medical book in his hand, flipping it through for a while. "The book says that when one breaks his head, his brain is prone to having hematoma which presses the nerves and leads to amnesia. In this case, the patient will recover in a few months or a year, so there's no need to panic."