Novel & Cerita Edge Of Sanity

They got bankrupt and even got pregnant! I don't want to hurt her. Its bad for the health of the baby. "I don't want them to say that I am just using you because my family got bankrupt. I don't want them to talk behind me just because I am pregnant. Because if ever they did, I know you're going to do something and I don't want it! Everyone might hurt you! I don't want your haters to add more just because of my situations! I can't protect you anymore. I—"

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My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

It was all just lies and deceit! Mike listened and shook his head. "You'd believe anything someone else says, but when it comes to her, you refuse to believe a single word. You’re a fool." Then, glancing up at the sky, he muttered, "And giving everything for someone like you? That’s even more foolish." I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He wasn’t wrong. Three days ago, I had vanished because of William’s hatred for me. It was Mike's unwavering concern for his patients that brought me back.

"What if I told you I once had a dream about them... screwing me?" "Oh, damn it!" Ella's hand flies to her chest. "WTF?!" My voice trembles as I clutch at my own arms, nails digging into skin like I'm trying to hold myself together. "I'm going insane, right? I need help, Ella. I swear I do." My chest heaves, each breath sharp and uneven. "And the worst part? I want my sanity back... I just," My voice cracks, a shaky laugh spilling out before it dies in my throat. "I don't even know who I am anymore... or what I'm turning into."

Because that’s what she deserves. Not the monster I was. Which is why this matters. Why I’m here, trying to do my duties as normal, walking towards Eleanor’s home, heartbeat pulsing steady in my ears like a soothing drum—ba-dump, ba-dump— while the madness is still there, crawling toward the edges of my sanity like rot. Hungry. Insistent. Familiar. Every moment I spend without the bond and still manage to keep myself whole—it’s a second wrenched. I don’t know how many more I’ve got in me. But I’m counting them.

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.

He froze, and the light in his eyes snuffed out into emptiness. "The doctor said the carbon-monoxide exposure, along with your earlier miscarriage, has really taken a toll on your body. You need to rest and recover," he said softly, his voice thick with pain. Why should I recover? To regain strength and be locked back in his gilded cage? So I could endure that same despair all over again? I finally spoke, my voice so faint it was barely a whisper. "Damien, just let me go." It was my way of reminding him to let himself go as well.

Vivian quickly wrapped herself in a coat and put on the pitiful expression of a victim. "Stella, you really misunderstood. How am I supposed to live after you barged in like that? I might as well die." Her sugary manipulation made my stomach turn. I picked up the knife on the table and held it out to her. "Go ahead." Vivian stared at the knife with tearful grievance, but she did not move. In the next second, a tremendous force shoved me forward. By momentum, the knife plunged straight into my abdomen. The blade seemed to tear into my insides.