Floory Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

BRUUM BRUUM The girl named Floria was driving her Motosicca fast. Her face still showed anger at that time so that she almost couldn't focus on the road she was taking to go to Trossbourgh. “Tch, why?” Flo muttered. WHOOSH The Motosicca she was riding went through a puddle of water, causing her to splash onto the sidewalk. Flo drove the vehicle while daydreaming. “Flo...” Alisa, who was sitting behind her, tried to calm the girl down, but she was confused about what she should say.

They creaked despair even when nobody sat on them. Inside, the fluorescent hummed like old men bad dream. The white tiles were cracked in the lazy way tiles crack when nobody expects the flooring to make a good impression. A woman in a blue hairnet pushed a mop around without bending her back too much. She’d seen better messes; this didn’t scare her off.

Ines. Her robe hung crookedly, hair in disarray, eyes darting wildly. Her hands trembled as she muttered words under her breath, the cadence fractured and jagged. She spoke to someone unseen, gesturing to corners, whispering, crying, laughing, then striking the walls as if they had insulted her. The chaos of her mind was tangible, a storm in human form. Falvio watched silently, every muscle coiled. This was not the composed Ines he had once known. She was a tempest, and he was standing at the edge of the vortex.

Chapter 109: Give In to the Fire The silence in the grand foyer pressed down like a heavy blanket, suffocating and relentless. Lilly sat curled on the staircase, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, as if she could hold herself together by sheer force of will. But nothing helped. The warmth building inside her had deepened into something molten—an ache that spread through her veins, pooling between her thighs with a pulse that matched her racing heart.

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.

The next morning dawned bright and cruelly normal. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling mansion, making the marble floors gleam like nothing sinful had happened the night before. Lila stood in the kitchen again — different day, same nervous energy — stirring a cup of coffee she didn’t even want. Her body still ached in the best ways: faint bruises on her hips from Ronan’s grip, a delicious soreness between her legs, the memory of his voice growling “mine” in her ear.

Maybe it might be the stomach flu I got the other day. Pecking his cheek, I turned around to walk. I reached the door but when I didn’t feel his presence behind me nor his familiar scent I turned around confused. And I screamed. Nathan was laying on the floor unconscious, gasping in shock I rushed towards him before kneeling on the floor. “Nathan? What’s wrong?” I asked trying to wake him up, tears started to stream down my face. “Stop with the pranks now. It doesn’t suit you and this is bad. Nathan? Natty?”

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

he said, and I frowned with disgust, and James started laughing. "You needed to be there. She is very unstable. My mother could not break her; she is the best we have. Emily is really unstable and delusional. I doubt anything that comes out of that woman is true." He said, and I smiled at him. "She said she was staying next door to your room in the mansion, and she heard you and Caspian together, and he made you a lot of promises," James said, and I nodded. "He did and made sure he kept most of them," I said grimly, and he stood up and hugged me.

Chapter 25 - Gluttony Gideon Panic room is busier than it has been in weeks. After Lucifer sent Emmett and me out of our little roundup mission, more people kept showing up. Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor.