Balloon Inanimate Insanity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

But she recovers quickly, professional to the core. "Of course, ma'am." Her smile is strained, she hands me the bottle anyway. I lean back in my seat and take a sip. The champagne is cold and perfect, sliding down my throat like liquid confidence. For the first time today, I feel like I can breathe. The plane fills up around me, but the first-class cabin stays quiet and peaceful. I watch the other passengers settle in – businessmen in expensive suits, women with designer handbags, people who belong in places like this.

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.

“This is ridiculous; I gave it my all... Please, I'll give you whatever you demand, whatever you ask for, my powers, everything, but let me go back to my baby.” All I received was silence, and hearing my baby cry gave me no peace. A part of me went mad, and my mind fell into insanity. If someone had painted a portrait of me, it would have been called “Descent into Madness.” I dissociated myself in an atrocious way. I had no idea what was really going on. All I know is that I fell so low that I couldn't find the damn bottom, and that stressed me out. It was so intense that I felt my soul beginning to fracture, and then I felt Izan trying, in vain, to pull on the thread of our bond as mates.

A Santa from hell at the brink of death…or insanity…whatever comes first. I hope it will be insanity. For the sake of the world order, I really do hope that my human will endure all of this and somehow stay alive until I don’t find a way to get out of here because the death of my human will have an apocalyptic domino effect on Wengarthria. If Wengarthria falls, other subrealms of Soovaree will crumble and fall too. If the Soovaree realm falls, the balance in the universe and other realms will be destroyed, too. So yes, if I have to choose between the death and insanity of my human, I am opting for going crazy. If I go crazy, at least Ezel will not go feral. So, yes, I choose insanity. That w

As pain climbed high enough to nearly steal my consciousness, he leaned close and said, "I'm sick of this dance. You're worthless now. Go on and die quietly." I sobbed and begged for an answer. I needed to know why. I needed to know what I had done wrong. He seized my chin and forced my face upward. "Fine," he said. "I'll tell you. The one I truly loved was—" I never heard the rest. I died. The memory of that first life left my hands trembling, but it sharpened my mind. I met the messenger's gaze and steadied my voice. "Tell the Don I fell while practicing a few days ago and scrambled my brain. I hate ballet now."

So you're going to start acting like it. Something inside me snaps and I start laughing loud like a maniac. ‘This is insane,’ I say, wiping at my face from the tears that are stinging behind my eyes. ‘You’re insane. This whole thing is insane.’ Dante watches me and instantly, he is in front of me, grabbing my neck. ‘Get used to insane, doll. It’s your new life.’

They say there is no cure for stupidity. Does getting engage to a woman you hardly know fall under stupidity or is it blind love. I honestly would like to believe it is the latter but the common sense which I apparently also lack would tell me otherwise. If stupidity is what got me into this, I am sure that it can get me out. They call him The Butcher, the way he carved up Mansini even after he was dead is nothing near to terrifying insanity and my insane ass decided to punch him. This leaves me to wonder what this beautiful creature next to me is capable of but that quickly slips my mind as she stirs.

I thought that they would be friends, but nope, Raven drives her crazy. "Mrs. Gering, I would like you to interview Blake Harper today. I would, but I am tired of the women drooling all over me," I say trying to sound very serious. "Daddy, if you rub some mud on your face the women wouldn't look at you anymore," Sydney says as she crunches on her toast. I look to Mrs. Gering then to Alfred who both have huge smirks on their faces. Of course Sydney says the strangest things at times.

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.