Floory Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

It started with the Squeaky Floorboard. The third step from the top, to be precise. It developed a consciousness, a petulant, insistent one. It demands tribute. Not blood or souls. A specific pattern of footfalls—two light, one heavy—or it wails a psychic squeal that gives us all a migraine. We comply. We have to. It’s a god.

The sadistic madness to make sure every inch of her existence would belong to him and just him, till their eternity. Tears started rolling down from her cheeks. Her breathing accelerated. She threw her legs and hands to protect herself but he had turned her defenceless in his arms. Flora even bit his tongue to save herself from his madness but he still didn't stop. Her every action continued to fill him with more rage and that insanity to possess her as solely his continued to increase with her every defiance.

i stood there wanton and dazed until a taxi pulled up in front of me and the driver honked asking if i wanted a ride, I shook myself to sense apologised to him and turned and entered the station. i found my platform and sat on my suitcase against a wall with my knees pressed to my chest, memories of last night flowing leaving me wonder if id ever feel so high again. the memories and thoughts stayed with me constantly till i arrived at home where i become the victim of a game of stacks on under my eight pups.the older ones gently flopped on me while the youngers ones did not hold back i laughed and pretended i was drowning beneath them. between the game and settling them at the table for the

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.

He stammered defensively seeing the visual evidence of the girl walking into the restricted zone at ease… in the presence of the gathered medical staffs and security team, yet no one paid her any attention. “You fool! She’s using the fumes against us… the entire building is affected… nothing in here is real! We’re freaking blinded in our own home!” He screamed in wrathful passion, confirming his theory… feeling the urge to either kill or break something, yet frustrated by the fact that he couldn’t tell the difference between reality and his mental illusion. “Master… there’s more… I… I think you should see this.” Rose reached for the device in Bradford’s hand, anxiously swiping on the screen,