Cherry Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

"Here's the video. This is the original footage. While AI can swap out people's faces, it can't change their voices, which is why the video she released had no audio." Alice did not expect the original video to be found so quickly and stood there, dumbfounded. I continued questioning her. "What's wrong? Your system isn't working anymore? Why don't you make it work its magic and have Isaac fall in love with you?" Alice stubbornly argued, "What does this prove? Just wait and see! The system will work eventually. Even if you're married now, you'll end up divorced!" I shook my head. "Not this time. You won't succeed."

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.

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

My thumb hovered over the screen. There was another message underneath the photograph. Stop asking questions. That was it. No name. No explanation. No threat written in dramatic capital letters. Just three words. Four quiet words that somehow felt more frightening than a paragraph of violence. My heart began pounding. I stared at the photograph again. Ruelle's building. My coat. The coffee. The exact moment I'd walked outside. Whoever had taken it had been watching me. My mouth went dry. I looked out the window.

Armand’s eyes pierced through Ariana and Matteo, who were still engaged in a serious conversation. “I’m a 28-year-old man who can’t get my dick hard in the presence of a beautiful woman ... my wife would think I’m handicapped ... doctor, I can’t have that ... now you better pray that whatever it is you’re prescribing me is going to make my wife cum tonight ...” he took a sharp glance at the doctor. He knew the consequences if Armand Lombardo did not get what he asked for.

However, the legion was troublesome to deploy, so Cherry had not brought them to this Nether Deity Hall. Now, her two major methods, the dark thunder and the blue-green zombie, had failed to pose any substantial threat to Chase. Instead, she was being suppressed by him. Only now did Cherry panic. Chase seemed to have no intention of backing down. His wolf pack was about to pounce. Cherry gritted her teeth. She would go all in! She sat upright atop the Nether Deity Hall. Her hair flew without wind, every strand standing upright, floating in the air.