Brain Lock Romane & Geschichten

I wished I had the mind linking skill seriously but Stern did. “Hi Stern, can you try get the Beta through the mind link?” I asked with him nodding his head. “His link is blocked; I will keep trying though.” Stern said back and I sighed. My stress levels were hitting the roof, feeling as if nothing was going my way. My frustration was too much.

I only wanted Wire—only him. How would I survive? Then strange things started to happen. Rafael Goldman went insane. He claimed he saw someone who was supposed to be Wire's mom. He claimed he saw Wire. He claimed he heard things—spooky voices haunting him with “It's all your fault” at the end of every scare. Blaming him when he strongly believed otherwise.

But he still couldn't remember any thing. It is as if there was a demarcation in his brain that blocked off all the memories from today. Maybe it was the alcohol? His mind quickly worked as fast as it could. Shit! What do I do? What do I do? He wondered in panic, his heartbeat quickening. If she even gets naked right now, I'm hundred percent sure my dick wouldn't even get erect! And when that happens… when that happens… she'll begin to suspect! Oh God!

My jaw was clenched so hard my teeth hurt. The memory didn't have a face. That was the strange thing about it, about all of them. Sometimes I could see the room, feel the air, hear the sounds—the creak of the floor, the particular way breathing sounded in an enclosed space when there were two people and one of them was trying very hard to be quiet—but the face was always blurred, like someone had taken a finger and smudged it out. My brain did that on its own. A protection mechanism, maybe. Or maybe just a way of making something unbearable slightly less so.

I always got the impression that she didn't like me all that much. "Alina, Max seemed to think it's his fault because he is blocking certain things out. His brain isn't allowing him to remember some of the traumatic events that happened and that's completely normal. The brain uses that as a way for the body and mind to cope. It's like the what you can't see can't hurt you kind of rule," Ciana's voice resonated in my mind and I nearly fell off the chair with the amount of shock I felt. She sounded so clearly, almost like she was shouting at me with a microphone held up to her lips. "What's he blocking out?" I thought, letting out a sniffle so people around us wouldn't get suspicious of how qu

" Are you saying that Rissa's memories are not fully back?" Rivero asked , half-staring at the papers in his hands. " Yes, the scan results show that she still has some blood clots in her brain which may affect part of her memories. The last session I had with her before she traveled she confirmed that she kept having these vague memories which I believe that her brain blocked on purpose as a result of brain trauma. " the doctor carefully explained, " Vague memories?" " Yes , which I believe is a severe and lasting emotional shock and pain caused by an extremely upsetting experience or a case of shock , but I believe visiting the places she's been before and the scene of the accident may hel

She felt her breathe stuck, somewhere down her throat that could not escape, just like the air that was forced to stay outside her system. Her hands scraped his wrists, trying their utmost to pull his hand away, but to no avail his hold only became stronger, his wrath only stormier. She saw the black spots before she felt the unconsciousness engulfing her senses.

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

But my mind was far far from here. "Drive," I said to the driver. "To where ma'am," he asked innocently. "I said drive... just drive!" I yelled at him and immediately he started the car engine and drove. ********after some minutes of driving. "Why did you stop? Do you not understand what I meant when I said JUST DRIVE?" I yelled out of control at the driver and I could see the fear in his face. "Ma'am, I can't move forward any longer. The traffic is really bad." he grumbled.