Cherry Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

“It’s a battle of the mind. A trauma response, he must have retreated into his mind because he didn’t like reality after a traumatic experience.” Dr. Chase grumbles into the phone speaker, he sounds very annoyed that I called but I don’t really mind, his irrational irritation at me is just one of the things i am willing to tolerate, as long as Elijah is fine. Clenching my phone that somehow managed to survive the crash with a lot of cracks, I press it against my ear as I watch the man I love suffer, unable to do anything but make this call.

"Ssshhhhh. If you want to console me then stay silent. Today I am not going to endure your interference." On that, he leaned on her lips. His every advancing move was speaking volumes of his craziness and this was making Noor more scared. Minal's throat becomes dried with his every advancing move. But today Shah Zain wasn't in the mood to show any empathy for her. Minal kept enduring his craziness and extremeness throughout the whole night. His every advancing move had realized Minal that how angry he was with her. ******** Kawish entered his home after closing the door. But silence is what welcomed him today. Don't know why but this silence was making him feel void from inside.

Anyone, except him. He noticed I wasn't speaking and suddenly seemed to recall something. His eyes brightened, as if he had figured everything out. "Wait… Are you mad about that mango juice? Really? Is that necessary? It was just juice! If you didn't like it, we wouldn't make that joke again. And you weren't even allergic. I saw it myself. Or are you just upset about Larissa?" Alan tore open the wound in my chest as if it were nothing. I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. My voice was so calm, it surprised even me.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]