Cherry Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Alisa complained and I burst into laughter. "Who is the catch then?". "Malcolm Voxlade Fridge. The surname is the most annoying part of the whole book. The other characters crack lame jokes about the name in every single chapter. The book lacks emotion. Twelve more pages to go and I can't even catch a glimpse of love. All I get is five chapters of them having sex two chapters of recalling the moment and one chapter of wishing it would happen again and the cycle continues" Alisa's annoyance radiated in her words.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

I said, and Chloe stood still, not wanting to leave. She sniffed the air and looked around the place, and then she began to feel the walls and the wooden floor until she got to a part covered in wood. "This is east Salter warehouse," She said, and partiality shifted so she could use her claws to jump. She jumped at the wall and lunged at a corner of the roof, using the wall to propel herself forward, and began destroying the security cameras. I did not see them until she started to take them down. Emma joined her, and they moved fast.

Her vision starts to whirl and she felt like she's drunk. "Wha...what's h-happen-ning? What did...wha-" "Don't worry. I didn't put some liquor in your juice so you're not drunk." Her fingers are becoming numb causing her to drop the glass. She barely heard the sound of the glass when it shattered on the floor. "I put some anesthetic medicine instead." He said. "Little by little you're becoming paralyzed. Soon enough your hands will be weak and lose its strength to hold anything..." He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket.

She never let me touch them, not even once. Dad picked up a plate and smashed it on the floor. It shattered into pieces. Then, he picked up another. His face stayed blank as he repeated the motion mechanically. Every plate that broke sounded like a funeral bell ringing too late. It was the sound of this seemingly perfect family collapsing completely.

“Just shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Cassie and Cherry were looking at her weirdly. “Kitty, you need to chill.” They tried to calm her. “Calm down, my crazy human,” the voice in Kitty’s mind warned her. Kitty ignored the annoying voice. She sighed, realizing her friends were staring at her funny. “Tonight has been a strange fucking night.” Kitty declared, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “You bitches are bonkers. You seriously want me to believe this shit?” Cherry laughed.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

He pretended to be in deep thoughts and after a while, he looked up to her and nodded. "Fine then." She gave in, bringing her pinky finger close to the guy, and just as their Pinkys met, images began to fly through her head at a ridiculously fast rate. She saw herself in a big mansion, with an Adonis-like man and a little guy. Different locations, different times but all the images she saw, contained herself, this man, and the little boy. Of course, she knew the little boy and herself but the man's image was blurred. Who was he? Quickly, Anna withdrew her finger and the images stopped. She saw the sad look on the boy's face as she withdrew her fingers but she didn't care. She was going crazy

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.