Inanimate Insanity Episode 17

Aku hanya gadis belia, yang masih mencari jati diri. Yang luluh saat dia memberikanku kenyamanan. Namun, aku tidak tahu ini cinta atau bukan, kami tidak pernah mengatakan saling mencintai. Mungkin hanya sebuah ego, karena di antara kami hanya ada hasrat saling membutuhkan. Aku selalu mengabaikan hal itu, yang penting aku selalu bisa bersamanya. Hingga semuanya terasa semakin sulit, selain umur kami yang terpaut sangat jauh, dia juga guruku dan majikan Ibu.

"I love you so much Chelsey," Chad cried while holding the lifeless body of his beloved childhood sweetheart. It was heartbreaking for Kristina and Nathaniel to see their elder son crying while holding his girlfriend, Chelsey who was bathing with her own blood after a tragic vehicular accident. "I just can't believe it's actually happening now Nats," Kristina told her husband. Her heart is broken seeing how painful it was for her elder son Chad, grieving for his girlfriend's loss, who seemed to be his love since they were young. Chelsey and Chad's journey for love is like a roller coaster. Will they meet again, after this tragedy?

Phraea Chelsey Bautista was the epitome of perfection - top of her class, professors' favorite, and stunningly beautiful. Despite having it all, she felt a void in her life. Her boyfriend and brother seemed distant, and no one truly understood her. That was until the night she was kidnapped. Waking up on a remote island, Phraea's world crumbled as she faced her captor, her fate hanging precariously in the balance.

My brother hated me and wanted me dead.I cried and asked him, "Am I your sister or what?""I don't have a sister," he scoffed.That night, a car suddenly hit me and killed me.He went insane.

Laura dan Launa harus terpisah saat seorang mantan pembantu bernama Weny menculiknya. Dua kepribadian mereka sangat berbeda setelah berumur 17 tahun. Launa mempunyai bakat melihat hantu. Launa selalu ditindas di sekolah sampai akhirnya menemukan sosok hantu tampan Ardiaz yang menemuinya. beda dengan Laura sifat manja dan angkuh ada di dirinya. Sampai sebuah kejadian menjijikkan menimpanya. Akankah mereka bisa bertemu kembali? bagaimana Launa bisa lari dari kekejaman Weny.

Layla, pressured by her strict mother, finds herself torn between passion and duty on whether she should do law, despite her heart belonging to art. All while her intense and tangled feelings for Aria cause a rift in their friendship - leading to deep heartbreak and isolation once Aria disappears from her life. Just as she resolves herself to recover, an eerie encounter with Aria's ex, Nelle, uncovers that something more sinister is brewing behind the scenes. As emotions collide, and secrets unveiled, Layla is forced to face the truths on growing up and the blurred lines between emotional drama and supernatural mystery.

[Menantumu sakit, Bu Nur? Sayang sekali. Padahal aku suka cara dia bekerja. Terpaksa aku harus cari karyawan lain,] Suara wanita di rekaman itu terdengar jelas. [Iya, Amira sudah sebulan hanya bisa berbaring saja. Kedua kakinya lumpuh. Kata dokter gejala stroke ringan. Oleh karena ini aku sangat terpukul. Sedih sekali rasanya, sebab kasihan sekali melihat Habib, karena istrinya sakit begini, Habib harus mengurus dirinya sendiri.] [Semoga Amira lekas sembuh, ya. Amiin.] [Amira tidak akan sembuh, Bu Sarah. Dia terserang stroke. Tidak mungkin sembuh lagi. Oleh karena ini aku memilih untuk menyuruh Habib menghalalkan Laila. Aku dan Habib sudah bicara soal ini dan dia setuju. Selanjutnya aku akan membicarakan hal ini pada Amira] "Ya Allah," Amira mengelus dada, lebih tepatnya ia terkesiap. [Apa? Menikahi Laila maksudnya?] [Apalagi kalau bukan? Itu bukan dosa, kenapa kau harus terkejut?]

#Bdsm #Smut #Erotic This is an erotic story, all the chapters are erotic. "Fuck Me harder" "Don't Stop" "I think I am cumming Lilith" "I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me. But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more. I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I’ve heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn. I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I’ve never felt no matter how many times I’ve tried. As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can’t escape: What if it’s not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me? My search for satisfaction has begun… but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

In my past life, my husband brought our daughter, who was down with a cold, to his father's hospital so she could see a doctor. Later, she was pronounced dead. When I hurried to the hospital after hearing the news, he'd already transferred her organs to his true love's son's body. It was later that I learned my father-in-law was the one who extracted my daughter's organs when her vitals were perfectly fine. I was heartbroken and devastated. I wanted my husband and his family to give me an explanation for this, but he and his parents killed me by poisoning. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the moment my husband has just taken my daughter away.