Mentalist Stories

Mentalist AU - Lisbon has to care for her niece whilst her dad is in hospital. Unfortunately, Cobie isn't like your average eight year old, and her strange quirks often leave Lisbon baffled, whilst Jane finds it all rather amusing..

Jane and Lisbon just had their baby on hospital when the tragedy sriked.

The final 7 suspects in the Red John case are still in play but when Jane suggests bringing in Red John's blind mistress, Rosalind Harker, (who very well might be hiding a secret of her own), in to identify him chaos ensues and Jane goes behind her back. Will Jane's plan help catch Red John and win Lisbon's trust or will it push her farther away?

Lisbon is scared, because of her feelings for Grace. She's trying to hide truth, but what will happen when one night Lisbon and Grace are staying night in office, only them two. Will Lisbon finally tell Grace the truth? Or will she be hiding again?

A Mentalist one shot set after the events of 'The Great Red Dragon' (episode 6:7).

Dans ce recueil je publierai des poèmes que j'ai écrit moi-même ou bien que je citerai et qui seront donc écrit par des poètes connus. J'espère que ce recueil vous plaira ! Bonne lecture !

published by PabPub.com Annabelle shone like the moon, about her aura was a pearly glow. Somtoo was dim like a fatigued lantern-void of spark, and a regular bland student like a grain of rice amongst many. He wanted Anabelle to himself and was ready to do anything, even succumb to Honor's inhumane strategies. Honor was an eccentric entity, an expert manipulator of the human mind, a god, according to popular opinions. It was to him Somtoo submitted and surrendered to as a sovereign entity, disregarding the consequences of bowing to a new god and the fact that there was no turning back.

*There's this episode of The Mentalist where Jane and Lisbon get locked in a cargo box. What if the Doctor rescued them in the TARDIS? This is from Jane's point of view.

They've known each other since children but now as a teenager, Senku is beginning to see Gen as something more then a mentalist. Can two opposites bloom into a relationship becuase of a childhood promise?

She had been his captive for years. Free to roam about a house, but not free to leave, at least, not until a certain CBI team broke down the doors. This is the story of how young woman became Patrick Jane's strongest lead in the Red John case.

A Shattered Glass with Multiple Faces Looking Back There comes a moment-quiet, almost holy-when you stand before a shattered mirror. And instead of your own reflection, you see a thousand faces staring back. Some smile. Some weep. Some wear masks. But all are you-and none are the same. That is the truth of humanity: every soul is a fragment, a version, a possibility. We pass by people every day, unaware of the galaxies within them. Behind each set of eyes walks an untold story, a silent war, a fragile dream. The girl on the bus might be raising a brother in silence. The man in the café may have once been a poet but chose profit over poetry. The old woman you ignore might carry the wisdom of a forgotten world. Personality is not a surface trait-it is the architecture of invisible worlds. Some build fortresses, others carry gardens, and a few live inside ruins they still refuse to abandon. You cannot "know" someone at a glance. You can only witness. Observe. Listen, if they let you. Each person is not a fixed being but a symphony of selves-past versions, imagined futures, and the fragile now. We walk among infinite lives, hidden in plain sight. Every person is a novel no one has read, a mirror no one dares to touch. And yet, how easily we judge them-through a glance, a label, a name. But what if, just once, you stopped and saw someone as they truly are? Not as society paints them. Not as they pretend to be. But as the living, evolving storm of experience and emotion that they are. To understand a person is not to fix them. It is to honor their contradictions, their shadows and light, their unfinished chapters. In this book, I do not define personalities. I do not explain them away. I simply hold up the shattered mirror-and ask you to look again. Let me know if you'd like this to evolve into a full chapter or if you'd like a few more poetic story pieces like this based on specific personality archetypes.

The Mentalist fanfic... A little bit of creative character exploration... Pardon my style if you find it weird. That's just me being me...

[WINNER OF BEST ONESHOT IN THE MENTALIST FANFICTION AWARDS 2014!! THANK YOU ALL!!] "Walls didn’t stop him. Patrick Jane was the dynamite that blew them to nothing more than rubble." When Jane and Lisbon are tasked to solve a murder undercover as an engaged couple, Lisbon is anything but enthusiastic but soon it turns into much deeper feelings than just a cover and it becomes more than just playing house...

Less a story and more looking for minds to speak to on the subject of the 7 hermetic principles and the discoverer of them Thoth. Hermès or Apollo. I'm looking for a deep spiritual individual like myself whom thinks in the metaphysical and wants to dive deeper into the understandings of the all and of the absolute. Learning about the chakras and kundalini practice has made me extremely sensitive to energy more that I was before and now I'm aware of a awakening of new energy that's has not been used for some time. I'm here to help open the doors of the mind to anyone whom is willing to help the earth and all that lives on her. True knowledge is out there. Don't let yourselves be fooled by your enemies. Rule your reality become the master of your fait. Believe in your ability.

Keluarga, 1 rumpun yang dikata rumpun yang berbahagia, benarkah demikian? apakah sang anak yang didengung"kan akan mreka jaga dan bersumpah untuk tidak memakinya dan menjadikan sang anak adalah jembatan syurga bagi kedua orangtuanya? dan akan menjadi tali penghubung bagi saudaranya? ternyata... tidak semua anak akan merasakan itu, banyak anak yg haus kasih sayang ortu, dan banyak ortu yang merindukan kehadiran sosok anak. aku tidak menjelekkan siapa mereka, karena mereka sampai akhir zaman pun tetap akan menjadi kluargaku. Aku hanya ingin mengeluarkan apa yang aku rasakan sebagai anak yang mereka sebut "anak beruntung dan pembawa keberuntungan" ~Satya Suryani

summary: the story is inspired by the Greek melody calls The waltz of the lost dreams( Το βαλς των χαμένων ονείρων /watch?v=5q9H2cd36RU ) by Mano Xatzidakis. Takes place 3 months after 6x08 and it is Jane's thoughts and memories about Lisbon on the island.