Cherry Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

His lips kept shivering and he kept shaking his head profusely. I regained my senses as Carmen suddenly came into my mind and distracted my thoughts of killing. "I'm sorry, I haven't killed anyone for such a long time, I am unable to resist my urge." I looked away and sneered to myself. "Have a good day Mr Kim." I said before leaving his office. How is it possible? My desire to have his head off disappeared immediately after Santini popped up in my mind.. How? Everytime that feeling of bloodlust comes, nothing can stop me... So how did she...

Eve smirk "Yeah" they laugh but Cherry looked away "Seriously Cherry , Man up and speak your mind" Helen rolls her eyes Damn these bitches Cherry turn to me"you.... Are a piece of garbage , you proud peacock, irritating bitch,you think you're some goddess that can't be talk to , look at me , I'm cursing at your miserable face you piece of shit , your forced husband knew this that's why he refuse to kiss the gutter you called a mouth on the alter, he even push you "

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

The dimly lit diner, the hum of the coffee machine, the comforting murmuring from customers chatting as I moved between tables with a notepad in my hand. My mind suddenly drifted back to Tommy, that asshole that landed me in this shitty life I'm living right now. Why didn't Archer let me finish him when I got the chance? I had been waiting for that moment for a very long time. Why did I fucking meet that moron, ugh. If only I had just ignored him like how I did for all those months. Now I'm trapped with this psychopath who is basically trying to turn me into his mistress, which will never happen, by the way.

She squirmed and try to release herself but Asfand squeezed her by her wrist. With her other free hand, she placed it on his shoulder to part herself from him. But he was ignorant of her resistance and like a crazy man he was ravishingly kissing her. Like last night, his extremeness was making Sanam lose her sanity. Her eyes which were about to shut on his extremeness instantly opened on feeling his teeth engraved in her lips. She squirmed and pushed him back and Asfand with a jerk get away from her. He was now staring at her who was lying with her closed eyes steadying her uneven breathing.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

She threatened not to show up to dinner, I threatened to forget she existed, she pushed all my buttons, she did everything to get a rise out of me, I took more walks, jogged on some days, anything to get the frustrations out. As the day drew nearer so did cherry’s annoying attitude. “I'm going out” Cherry said as she rummaged through the table for her keys. “Where’s out cherry” I asked while I arranged the bed, cherry was a neat freak, OCD actually so I made sure everything was always in place, having it in disarray could make cherry blow off a roof, experience they say is the best teacher. “I said out or are you deaf now?” she grumbled out. “I'm not deaf cherry but I believe wherever you're

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

I didn't respond to her call, dragging my feet behind me, I waved a small greeting before walking past her and into the living room. I simply ignored Cassandra's accountant boyfriend and made myself comfortable on an empty couch. I could see him gawking at me from the corner of my eye, he thought I was a lunatic, someone who shouldn't be walking the streets without a straight jacket on. The thought made me laugh audibly, as expected he moved to the far side of the sofa. I shrugged, blowing my nose on a piece of tissue. "I've brought popcorn." Cassandra chirped putting a bowl of popcorn on the dining table. Squirting some hand sanitizer, I dug right in.