Inanimate Insanity Cheesy Novels & Stories

“This is ridiculous,” I grumbled under my breath, shoving a handful of Cheese and Green Onion Jumping Jack popcorn in my mouth. I focused my eyes on the laptop screen sitting at the foot of the bed, the Goblin series playing. I can feel Indra’s eyes on me and it’s starting to irritate me. “You’re being ridiculous,” I turned to her, throwing popcorn at her. “Hey! Don’t hate me,” she said picking it up from the bed covers and shoving it in her mouth as well. “It’s your man that’s cheating, not me,”

By the time I left Ruelle's apartment, my phone had become a dangerous object. Not because it was about to explode. Although, honestly, that was beginning to feel possible. It had been buzzing almost continuously since I posted my first sarcastic response to the internet's latest theory about my marriage. Apparently, telling strangers that I had not married Ethan Bramhall for his money because I had "excellent taste in men and unfortunately he wasn't it" had been considered entertaining. Very entertaining.

Cass emphasized on each word as she burned the cigar all over her face. Katherine was screaming, whimpering and a mess but they kept going. “I really like the sound of her screams, you know.” Gina smiled wickedly. “I know you psycho.” El smirked. “Does this make me an actual psycho?” Gina asked, her eyes wide as saucers. “Well, it depends on how you see it.” Cass shrugged. “I think being a psycho is cute, if this makes me a psycho then I want to be one.” She opened her teeth in a creepy way.

Queenie’s mods promised to side with the chat and told Queenie that she would end up wearing all seven restraints. As soon as everyone understood the game rules, London started the first fast poll to get the fuck machine going. With only ten seconds to select a puzzling option, the chat exploded in a fury at the cryptic message. Most simply chose a random answer and Queenie laughed. Did they think it would be that simple to ruin her? If she merely told them to choose between slow, medium, fast and insane, the chat would almost always choose ‘insane’. Hence, the streamer made things difficult by preparing a list of questions that the chat must get correct to trigger ‘insane speed’. It was a l

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."

Smiles and Pain. Peace and Chaos. I wonder how a person can smile despite the pain he or she is feeling. I wonder how can there be peace at the center of chaos. How can they do that? Why can’t I do that? “Faster, Fely. We’ll be late!” I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Ghale’s voice. I run towards her and smiled. “Let’s go. I’m excited.” I said, but she just sadly smiles at me.

“Clarice has been telling us what kind of woman you are. She says you even have your pictures in bed leaked and spread all over the company? How dare a promiscuous, dirty woman like you try to seduce Arthur!” “As if anyone would ever want to kiss you! We’re going to catch a disease just by touching your saliva! Someone like you is only fit to kiss dogs. You can’t find a better match than a dirty woman like you and a dog!” Tears streamed incessantly down Anise’s face. She was humiliated and repulsed to the point of nausea. At last, she threw up a mouthful of bile mixed with blood all over the floor. She was completely exhausted by the end of it. Her eyes were hollow, and her body gave out.

He wasn't going to let his Indomie end up in that rotten freezer, let alone with a bad review! The BOSS zombie stepped forward, the cleaver in his hand raised high. SHHHHT! The blade slammed into the metal shelf beside Bima, only inches from his head. The sound was piercing, shattering the silence of the dark warehouse. Mmmph... Indomie... must be... reviewed... fresh... then... destroyed... maximum sensation! the zombie muttered, his eyes flashing with madness. He... he wants to destroy our Indomie?! Lia screamed, her voice cracking.

“Nope. I value my life, and I don’t step between a mated witch and her P*******t board.” “I don’t even have P*******t!” “You are P*******t,” Cheyenne called from the back, where she was helping herself to a pre-party drink. “Possessed by the spirit of glitter and anxiety.” Chelsea ignored her, eyes gleaming as she began listing food. “Okay, so: ribs, chicken wings, roasted veggies for the weirdos, moon pies, fire-roasted marshmallows—Ben, you’re manning the grill. You’re good with fire.”

"Ssshhhhh. If you want to console me then stay silent. Today I am not going to endure your interference." On that, he leaned on her lips. His every advancing move was speaking volumes of his craziness and this was making Noor more scared. Minal's throat becomes dried with his every advancing move. But today Shah Zain wasn't in the mood to show any empathy for her. Minal kept enduring his craziness and extremeness throughout the whole night. His every advancing move had realized Minal that how angry he was with her. ******** Kawish entered his home after closing the door. But silence is what welcomed him today. Don't know why but this silence was making him feel void from inside.