Chloefandomarts Inanimate Insanity の小説・ストーリー

“It comes free with fame.” My hands shake as I scroll. Anxiety clamps down hard, squeezing my lungs. The screen fills with naked bodies — posed, sprawled, teasing, explicit. Too many. Way too many. Just this week. My stomach flips violently. I swallow hard, fighting the burn climbing my throat. This isn’t just gross — it’s unsettling. So it’s not just Chloe. It’s an entire horny planet firing shots into his inbox. Each image slices a little deeper, splintering what’s already broken.

“Because for the first time in my life, I do not need anyone to save me.” Chloe let out a hysterical laugh, the flame of her mystical torch casting distorted shadows against the dungeon walls. Her eyes, once filled with the arrogance of an elite wolf, were bloodshot, consumed by a sickening envy as she saw the dignity with which I stood, even with my corset torn and my body marked by the adrenaline of Lawrence’s mating bond.

Silence. "Xa--Xavier?" My voice came out all weak and shaky, "Come on, It's not funny." "I'm so going to kill him if he jumps out of nowhere and scares me," I muttered under my breath angrily. "Boooo!" "Argghhh!" I shrieked in fear even though I knew it was him. He started to laugh uncontrollably and held his stomach while I folded my arms in front of me, waiting for him to stop laughing.

Her left hand slapping her knee. "There's two of us, that's more than enough to sort out the bags." I laughed, calmly grabbing her shoulders, to relax. Cassandra was major OCD when it came to her property, a drink without a coaster, is no drink at all. "Yeah, but you never do it right, you put the Nikes with the JDs, who does that?" She asked incredulously, looking at me with a small smile. I glared at her. "Well then." I muttered, slouching in my seat.

And they knew that whenever life brings a bad night, they’d fight through together, knowing that afterwards comes the dawn of a bright new day. At this juncture, I Chucka came back to reality.. The fantasies and hallucinations we're vague and untrue... Like I said, I brightened up my spectators. I'm coming back, stay tuned. Follow me on Instagram : @Joshyl_akor

Nayel's fingers push against my core making me gasp into his mouth as he rubs my covered mound making me moan into his mouth as I press my fingers against the back of his neck then bite Nayel's lower lip earning a low groan from him. Suddenly a thought pops into my mind and before I can stop myself I'm pulling away as my head falls back laughing. Nayel squeezes my waist and looks at me confused. "I'm a cliche, I'm a fucking cliche" I laugh out loud holding onto the back of Nayel's neck. Nayel furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "What?" "The assistant having an affair with her boss. It's the world's oldest cliche" I shake my head laughing.

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.

Before they could enter, Kate asked Ludo, “How is your manuscript accurately written about the Hamuumbu’s?” “Wish I could answer that, Mrs. V,” Ludo sighed. “I don’t really know.” “That’s strange,” Kate said. “It definitely is. I just want this to be over so that I could return to my old life,” “How about that man at the restaurant?” Kate asked further. “That is Evan. He’s Brains in the manuscript and in real life,” Ludo smiled. “You heard what your hideous friend said. If you betray him, he kills you.”

But if there's one thing he still cares about, it's his obsessive disorder. Elio hates mess and dirt. It's sickly with him, and he has a holy horror of change. When I say "change," I include moving an object a few centimeters on a shelf. No one will notice except Elio. He really is a fucking mental case... and I know I'm in no position to talk about him like that. Cazzo. I see Elio staggering towards me. He's had more than enough to drink tonight. He's barefoot, and his white shirt is half-open. His beard is even shaggier than usual. Elio's usually neat appearance seems a distant memory.

The girl's caramel eyes no longer held a trace of emotion, empty as if staring at a piece of coral. "The only thing killed tonight was the selfish fantasy of a flawed man who failed to protect me first, then got angry when I found a man who could tear down a continent for a strand of my hair," Chloe's voice was deadly flat, a psychological Face Slapping that was far more painful than any razor cut. "Take him, Arthur. Make him float in the ocean without a life jacket."