Mind Break 소설 & 이야기

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

But then again, Alex is my mate and the thought of him being with someone else would definitely break me. "You're thinking too much. So many things are clustering in your mind." Kevin’s voice spoke beside me once again and I turned to stare at him. "Finish your juice." He insisted and I nodded, drinking the rest. Once i finished it, I felt as though an invisible anchor had been lifted up from my head. "What was in that?" I had to ask, because the feeling was obvious. One minute it was like my head was about to fall off my body from thinking way too many thoughts and the next minutes, everything felt just right again.

"We'll meet soon," I woke up drenched in sweat and my heart pounding like I had been running from a ferocious beast. My head pounded with the force of the pack members trying to break into my mind link to summon my presence. It left me disoriented for a few minutes before I got myself back together and opened the mind link. Simultaneously, more than one person hammered on the front door. It sounded like they were ready to break it down.

OLIVIA Ever imagined the sensation of a massive brick wall falling on your head or the impact of a truck hitting you, sending you flying over the road with your head colliding against a hard concrete wall? That's precisely what I feel right now. It's like the brick is repeatedly crashing onto my head, and the little guy in my head, meant to catch the brick, is preoccupied trying to piece together everything that happened last night.

I could feel my broken heart struggling to beat in its regular state and my already broken wolf struggling to maintain its sanity as the sense of failure and familiarity overwhelmed my whole being. " Thirty , two ,five ,eight ,three ,six ,one," The emotions seemed so familiar and the pain felt like an old friend but I ignored it. I took a deep breath in and brought myself back to my sanity. This was not the time to have a mental breakdown but a time for action. I had to get them the hell out of here and get them some medical assistance as soon as possible. "Seven ,twelve ,four ,eight , three ,one ,six,"

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Sebastian woke up with a heavy body and a throbbing headache as if thousands of needles were stabbing his mind. He tried to move his body, but every small movement caused a sharp pain. In the confusion, pieces of memories began to flash through his mind: Dinda's presence in the back seat, her soft voice as he fell asleep, and then... a very loud crash.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

That confident voice cut through the restaurant noise, and I looked up. It was an incredibly handsome face—and somehow familiar. Wait... where did I know him from? Why did my brain always short-circuit at moments like this? "Still drawing a blank, huh?" He leaned in closer, and his smile triggered a flood of memories. Those high school days, That moment of teenage cluelessness. "Mrs. Reynolds! Ella's passing notes in class!" I'd been caught daydreaming, and someone had ratted me out. I spun around to see the same troublemaker grinning at me.

I was ready to wake up, ready to face the truth and take back control of my life. As I stood there, listening to Bridgette's words, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mind was reeling, trying to process the sheer amount of information that was being thrown at me. I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, like my mind was going to explode from the pressure. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I still couldn't remember anything. My memories were still shrouded in a thick fog, refusing to come back to me.