Inanimate Insanity Cheesy Novels & Stories

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

My soul had left my body. “Let’s just go get ready,” I said through hiccup-laughs. Agnes winked. “I’m manifesting rich lesbians and zero gag reflex.” “You’re insane.”

“Too late.” The movie began. And it was… Insanity. Explosions. Screaming. CGI blood. A shark with a monocle. A gator that hacked into a satellite. None of it made sense. All of it was loud. And in the middle of it, while the screen flashed with fluorescent chaos — Katherine sat there, utterly transfixed, her lips parted in a small, delighted smile, the glow of the screen dancing across her features. Sebastian turned his head slightly. God help me, he thought.

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

That was Justin , he wss always annoying . Walking in to one of the best clubs , l instantly made my way to the bartender . I really needed to take wine and think about what I was going to do next . " Strong glass of wine " , l ordered . With the wine served to me , l tried to take it but it was useless . I was honestly sexually frustrated . I was all hard and needed a release

She leaned hard on those words, five hours, and I couldn't help thinking of all those joyless ten-minute stretches. I swallowed the sour ache and looked the woman on the couch dead in the eye. "Vivian, pack your things. You're fired." Her eyes went red, and the tears dropped right on cue. "Don't act rashly. I'm only doing this for you. Lucien's an AI incubus, and his arousal threshold needs stimulation or he'll glitch out from the pressure." "I just felt sorry for him, going unsatisfied for so long." That tore off the last fig leaf.

Maybe a little lace instead, something sheer but delicate— For all the fucks there was left to give. I needed to get a grip. I stabbed another piece of ravioli, shoving it into my mouth like I could drown out the thought with food. What the fuck was wrong with me? Madame Boobs plopped herself between Charles and Darius, sighing dramatically. “This looks absolutely divine,” she purred, reaching for her wine glass like she was some high-society socialite instead of whatever the fuck she actually was.

Her behavior reflected on me. I set my cutlery down and looked at Chad coldly. Chad blinked at me, all innocence and fake surprise. "Oh—sorry, Mateo. Force of habit. Don't be mad, okay?" His voice was soft, and his eyes were glistening with the threat of tears. And that was when Quinn snapped—for the first time since I left the hospital. "Mateo, that's enough. You're being ridiculous," she said, her brows drawn tight with irritation. I looked straight at her. And suddenly, I didn't want to keep playing the fool, so I spoke. My words were clean and sharp—like a blade cutting through the last of her pretense.

"You do know me, right? Anxiety, a bit anti-social, runs when girls chase him, has this weird obsession with marshmallows, likes to be naked, hates crowds, thinks that cheese is stupid." I gasped. "You hate cheese?" "All cheese." "Zane!" "Oh shit, is that a deal breaker?" I loved his smile, the way it made his eyes crinkle at the sides, the way his lips curved over a perfect row of straight white teeth. "How can you think cheese is stupid?" "I figured our first fight would be over something more serious like my need to constantly be naked or the weird habit I have of watching you while you sleep." My jaw dropped open. "You watch me sleep?"

A few minutes of the movie plays on and the male protagonist already begins serenading his female counterpart with the cheesiest of songs in his deep sweet baritone and an old catchy 90s tune. While I hum to it, Silas groans. His frown deepens when I turn to watch him in delight. “What do you see in this? The guy’s lines are cheesy and the girl is clearly naïve for falling for it.” He begins criticizing the movie again while I take a hand full of popcorn. Getting snacks was a really good idea. “I thought you playboys used rom-coms as source material for your escapades.” I humor him. “Nope, not my style. I hate the cliché shit, and I don’t go after them, they come to me.” He explains with a b