Inanimate Insanity Cheesy Novels & Stories

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room fell into an uneasy silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unnaturally loud. Cheesy clutched the blazer tightly around her trembling frame, eyes downcast. Daryl stood before her, his chest heaving with anger. “You’ve really become cheap, haven’t you? Seriously—just for one billion? You were willing to expose yourself like that? Is your dignity worth so little?” Cheesy slowly lifted her face. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, and then a faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.”

“de Sanctis.” Max turned. “What’s de san… de santis?” “Expensive cheese,” I answered quickly. Theo made a small sound through his nose. Issa narrowed her eyes. “I like expensive cheese.” “Of course you do,” I muttered. “You have predatory instincts when it comes to invoices.” Arianna lifted both hands. “Sorry.” She did not sound sorry. “I’m just saying, the former MIT football captain really left his trademark.” Sienna even leaned in, her voice smaller but still wicked enough for me to hear.

Author P.O.V “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . Her eyes were unfocused when she pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking.

He wasn’t just mocking him, he was mocking him in front of his entire pack. “If you need to know, asshole, those clothes are expensive… I’m simply being courteous to the man who bought them for me. Oh yeah, that was your dad, bitch.” This was ripping my heart apart. Chaze was insulting my dear love, but he was doing it with such a bad-boy attitude that it turned me on. On the other hand, Benson wasn’t even trying to be an ass, yet his insults were so clever and civil. And yes, that was also a turn on.

Grinding his teeth, he spat, "Do you really think that once Gigi finds out you have a mental illness, she'll still choose you without hesitation? Chester, no one would ever like a psycho. If you had any self-awareness, you'd step aside on your own instead of waiting for Gigi to abandon you." Every word was testing Chester's limits. He started the engine. He had to admit that a wave of emotion surged within him at the mention of Giselle, but he refused to let it show. Giving Jonathan that satisfaction would only embolden him to go even further. The silence on both ends grew suffocating. Finally, Chester snorted and said indifferently, "So what if I'm a psycho? At least, I've kept myself clean

, the lactose intolerant boy, Zhackary said. “I’m in a mutual relationship with cheese, okay? You can never have too much cheese”, Keisha replied and hovered across the table with thick corndogs and cheese fountain with him. She began stuffing the food in her mouth like a squirrel and getting messy all over because of the cheese dip she’s having. The sight became a bit of delight to the lad, that her character changes once the things that comfort her were given. Zhackary rolled his eyes and said, “You seriously look like a child with bad eating habits.”

They say there is no cure for stupidity. Does getting engage to a woman you hardly know fall under stupidity or is it blind love. I honestly would like to believe it is the latter but the common sense which I apparently also lack would tell me otherwise. If stupidity is what got me into this, I am sure that it can get me out. They call him The Butcher, the way he carved up Mansini even after he was dead is nothing near to terrifying insanity and my insane ass decided to punch him. This leaves me to wonder what this beautiful creature next to me is capable of but that quickly slips my mind as she stirs.

Took my time. "Yeah. You can't hide anything from me." Something in my voice landed wrong. Her heart clearly skipped. She forced a smile. "I added more sugar this time. It should be sweeter. Try it." I didn't answer. Just stared at the cake in her hand. Maybe too much time had passed. The chocolate was already melting. Just like whatever we used to call love—messy, wrecked, beyond saving. "I'm not really hungry. Let's put it in the fridge."

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.

Sane knew the guy too much. Niko was not the sanest member of The Dotish. But no one was really sane in The Dotish in the first place. They talked about avocado dreams, beautiful girls, how bad Miss Reyes' singing, mashed potatoes, moms, why Mrs. Roffeus baked a lot and every single thing Sane didn't really understand. No wonder the band had so much chemistry. Birds with the same feather really did flock together.