Candle Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

I don’t even know how I managed to stay sober. All of a sudden the music stop and all the grinding and shaking were replaced by loud groans and curses. Josh was standing next to the DJ and whispering something to him while passing him a few dollars. “What in the earth is…she doing? Cain slurred beside me holding on to my waist for support.

Those fiery eyes and I couldn't help but gulp. Perhaps there is no limit for Sanam. Perhaps he never wants to measure the extent of his love, he does not care about anyone in this obsession. Right now, he doesn't even care about his own severed hand, from which blood is pouring out. He's literally crazy and I'm so afraid of him now! "S-Sanam," I whisper his name, unable to remove my eyes from him.

In the dim bar lights, we took our seats on a couch, and the manager brought us a line of male escorts for us to choose from. I pulled out a stack of cash and tossed them onto the table. “Get me the best-looking ones, none of those worn-out guys!” The manager eagerly brought over a few new faces to the front. I clicked my tongue. “Is that it? I thought you said there were two stunners here?” Betsy turned her diamond ring with a knowing glint in her eye. The manager nodded. “Don’t worry, those two will be here any second!” So we waited. After a while, no one appeared. I sighed.

“I can — there’s — fragments. The door was open. The bedroom. Candles. Why were there CANDLES, Nathaniel?” “Knox, the suppressant is—” “WHY WERE THERE CANDLES?” “Because Celeste set them up. She was trying to make the scenario believable. The candles, the wine, the—” Another strike. Knox jackknifes forward in the chair, nearly throwing me off his lap, and the sound that comes out of him is something between a scream and a snarl, and his eyes fly open, and they’re GOLD, blazing, flickering between gold and blue like a signal being jammed.

eyes wild and unfocused. "I can feel it crawling, clawing its way out!" The servants reacted with alarm, unsure whether to help or flee the madwoman's presence. Before they could react, a new person entered the room: Dr. Corvan, his usual demeanor cracking to expose a flash of alarm. "Restrain her, quickly!" he said, running to Natalie's side. "This foolishness has gone on quite long enough." The servants paused, observing Natalie's writhing figure with concern. Corvan's frigid eye, however, would not tolerate defiance. They charged forward, trapping the insane woman to the ground while she howled and writhed. Corvan pulled a syringe from his medical kit and filled it with murky fluid. "For

"You're insane, Canon. No way we're gonna--" "It's all part of the plan, Candy. I know what I'm asking. Now unbutton it. Hurry." It was watching Candy's resistance melt into total passivity in response to that single four-letter word that fueled Isa's rage to the point where she fell to her knees beneath my window, fumbling at her uniform with trembling hands. Candy's blouse had widely spaced buttons, so she was done in moments. Except once she'd undone it, however, I saw she was wearing an undershirt. "Undershirt in the back. You, too, Barbie. Plus your bras."

but he stops halfway, lets it fall. The silence stretches. Then... Every single candle in the room flickers once. And dies. The darkness swallows everything. Damon’s eyes widen as the last ember fades. He looks at her in disbelief... until the candles blow out on their own.

**A Desperate Situation** Caden paced anxiously back and forth in his dimly lit chamber, the sound of the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath his restless feet like whispers in the dark. The flickering light of a solitary oil lamp struggled to push back the shadows that danced menacingly along the stone walls, creating a cascade of shapes that seemed to mock his turmoil. His mind was a chaotic whirl of thoughts and worries, each one fighting for dominance, a cacophony that left him breathless. The agonizing silence of the moon goddess loomed heavily over him, amplifying his feelings of desperation and uncertainty like a weight pressing upon his chest.