Balloon Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

He paused to give a sardonic laugh. "Banished me to my grief. They called me crazy. They called me the insane alpha. They said he had lost his mind. Eric has lost his sanity. I was treated like a curse. I was kept in chains. I was locked away. No one came to see me. All I knew was darkness. I couldn't tell night from day. My world was adorned with darkness. Emptiness. Pain. Loneliness. Do you know the torture I went through, Yaki? Do you know the humiliation I was subjected to? I was forced to live like a rogue. Act like a rogue. Think like a rogue...."

I just gotta talk, you know. Talking is different from annoying! Can't you be normal!' Define normal? You getting killed because you couldn't control your mouth. He loves me, he's the flavor of my cookie, he will never hurt me. Oh, really? Then why are you running? I'm making sure that theory is a hundred percent, you know, for safety reasons. You know, we are crazy, but you are a psycho. We are the same, we are both insane. So says the girl arguing with her subconscious.

And that there was actually no one blasting music; all was in my head. My brain matter swirled in my head as I placed one foot on the carpeted floor, and numbness tingled through my bone marrow. I tried to whimper, but it came out like a gravelly hoarse growl that scratched my throat painfully. I sat there for a few more heartbeats, trying to ground myself to the ground, to planet earth, because fuck, I was levitating; with balloons and people dressed as jokers. An image of Vincenzo in a black suit flashes through my mind; I watched him stalking towards me while fixing his cuff links, all while staring at me like he wanted to devour me.

In the sudden, jagged silence of the safe house, the air felt ionized, thick with the scent of copper and the metallic tang of Dante’s spilled mercury-blood. Dante didn't flinch. He didn't even turn toward the wreckage. His eyes remained fixed on the figure in the square below—the man with the white hair and the child holding the red balloon. His hand, still bleeding that strange, shimmering fluid, tightened on the windowsill until the wood groaned.

In their eyes, this room had become a battlefield of pride, dominance, and obsession that had long since crossed the boundaries of sanity. Sitting on the bed, Isolde stared at the chaos with her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head felt unbearably dizzy, throbbing with pain from the two full days of starving herself and the relentless mental pressure. The sight of three grown men grabbing and shouting at one another before her no longer looked like an expression of love or an attempt to win her heart—it was the very embodiment of a suffocating mental cage.

The beast said nothing but instead gave her a low growl. In the end, Ursula could only laugh at her pathetic state, then looked up at the beast once again, feeling incredibly stupid. As days go by, she feels Bathal’s sanity was slowly slipping away. Deteriorating. And his memory is getting more and more incoherent. His soul detached since he's been a beast for so long. Now, whenever Ursula talks and fucks the Alpha, it’s as if she's talking and fucking to an animal.

Inside, a viscous, black liquid seemed to move, as if someone inside was moving. They got closer and looked closely at one of the balloons. That was just weird. What would that be? Some form of energy? They hear glass breaking. Then another. The sound came from the back of the room and they, covered by the balloons, approached to see what was happening. A demon was cleaning something with a dirty cloth. Then he passes what he cleaned to another demon, breaking another bottle and taking out a creature that was identical to him, but in a small way. He starts cleaning it with the same cloth, and passes the third creature to the arms of a four-armed demon. When the fourth creature is cleaned and

Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!" Eden Noldorasga sighed, circled around the series of glass cabinets, and put his arms around his brother: “I know, Balan, I know. I'm scared too, so you can rest assured that I won't use my life to make jokes. Not even Abyss can break through your protection, right? And I'm definitely not stupid enough to use myself as an experiment." Balan hummed, pat softly the top of his head, and snorted: "If you were really smart, you would not study that damn thing."

Nayel flashes a fake smile at me. "I'm not playing any stupid games with you right now, it's not my fault you're such an asshole that you're so miserable with yourself and the fact that you are completely alone so you pry on other people and come up with insane conclusions." I spat at him. "At least I don't need to rely on others to feel good about myself, at least being alone and taking risks and focusing on myself doesn't terrify the shit out of me" Nayel snaps back. Winston returns to his seat, "You're unbelievable" I mumble and rest back in my seat and close my eyes. I cannot stand this man. Who did I piss off in another life to get this disgusting cruel man as my boss?

Isabelle gasp and shake Ivan hand again. "I'm sorry I didn't know..." "Come on,How are you doing Miss Augustyn?" "Good,hope you are to" "Let's ride" Xander point at the dirible balloon and throw a glare at Ivan,they both step into the balloon and Isabelle shriek when it vibrated before rising from the ground, before she knew it,it was up...floating in the sky,When they were both relaxed on the balloon Xander give her a round basket with cookies and chips.