Inanimate Insanity Fanfic Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 ISOLDE ​​"She is not a Luna!" Silas spoke with such hate, meeting my eyes and filling me with anger. ​As the second man walked further into the room, their combined strength grew to a suffocating level. I tried not to show fear, but at this point, I was questioning my sanity. I had to be losing my mind; maybe I wasn't even here, but locked away and heavily drugged. ​"She smells divine, big brother."

Raising the remote in his hand, he pressed a button and whispered, “My insanity.” Her body turned numb in disbelief. The screen instantly split into multiple panels. Every single panel displayed a different corner of her house. *****

The Alpha power I’d been hiding for years was leaking out of me like black smoke. “I am disturbed by the grief of my late favorite,” I said, using her own cruel words against her. The sarcasm tasted like blood. “My head isn't right. Until it is, there are no vows. If your dad wants a war, tell him to bring his best. But don't talk to me about shame while you’re standing in a room that still smells like innocent blood.” “You’re crazy,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide with anger and actual fear. “Silas was right. The madness is getting you just like your father. You’re seeing ghosts.”

And then he moved. It wasn't the frantic, pounding rhythm from before. It was a slow, deliberate, obscene push. He slid deeper inside me, a silent, audacious claim made in the face of discovery. A silent scream built in my lungs, but it had nowhere to go. My entire body was a paradox of pure, animal terror and a shocking, traitorous wave of fresh arousal. He was insane. Utterly, certifiably insane. And he was making me a part of his madness. “Don’t make a sound,” he breathed against my skin, his voice a silken, venomous command. “Let’s see how close she gets.”

This is deeply inconvenient. I finally find two perfect, obedient test subjects, primed for my little experiment. And right before I can run it, they both lose their minds. Worse, they’re trying to kill each other. No. They can’t be allowed to stay insane. Who else is going to blow this godforsaken island to hell for me? That’s clearly a high-risk operation. I’m not doing it myself. I watch from a safe distance as Marcus and Spark tear into each other. They’ve forgotten who the other is. In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster.

she chirps, flopping back onto my bed and examining her bright pink nails. “Is this a mental hospital? Because my mum has psychosis so maybe it's hereditary. After everything that's happened today I'm starting to think I've actually gone insane and all this is a hallucination and I'm a patient here, not a student,” I blurt out. “Nah, it's a school for Greys. Unless I'm hallucinating too… What if everyone here is having the same hallucination and we all think we are at school but really it's a hospital? And Mr Collins is our hot doctor trying to make us all sane again. That would be hilarious,” she says laughing hysterically. I stare at her wide-eyed until she composes herself.

“This is ridiculous; I gave it my all... Please, I'll give you whatever you demand, whatever you ask for, my powers, everything, but let me go back to my baby.” All I received was silence, and hearing my baby cry gave me no peace. A part of me went mad, and my mind fell into insanity. If someone had painted a portrait of me, it would have been called “Descent into Madness.” I dissociated myself in an atrocious way. I had no idea what was really going on. All I know is that I fell so low that I couldn't find the damn bottom, and that stressed me out. It was so intense that I felt my soul beginning to fracture, and then I felt Izan trying, in vain, to pull on the thread of our bond as mates.

Every coherent thought was dissolving under the expert, merciless movements of his tongue, replaced by a burning, desperate need for more. For him. Marceline was already fighting to keep herself sane...but then he pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them instantly to find that rough, sensitive patch deep within her that made her entire body jolt. "There it is," he murmured against her swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. Marceline's hips bucked uncontrollably as he began pumping his fingers in tandem with his tongue, each thrust pushing her closer to insanity. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping handfuls of the dark strands as she shamelessly ground herself against

He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense.

Marie suggested. “Please, hurry up before something bad happens to her,” Cynthia said. Marie raised her hand over Anima's face and let out a soft breath, but before she could do anything, Anima's eyes opened, glowing bright white. Marie quickly pulled her hands away, and they all stared at Anima with confused looks on their faces. Anima sat up, then got up from the bed. Her dress transformed into armor, and she slowly walked out of the room. “What's happening? Where is she going?” Cynthia asked.