Inanimate Insanity Fanfic Novels & Stories

Her fuchsia hair sprawled out around her and her white bikini clinging to her bronze skin. “Is there a reason why someone who can pop in wherever he likes, felt the need to break down my front door?” she casually asks, her eyes remaining closed. “What the fuck have you done?” I snarl. She continues to float peacefully, “You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that.” “Don’t play games with me Zarseti. You gave me a fucking animai! Have you lost your mind?!” I shout, my chest heaving as anger rages in my veins.

Taking a deep breath, I do as I’m told. As soon as I close my eyes, kaleidoscopes of images flash through my mind. Throngs of drunken people, Nate and me, screams, pain, and lastly the blood. And like always my whole vision gets clouded with red. All I see is red and screams of that man. I quickly open my eyes to banish them away and come face to face with Alana, who is staring at me intently.

The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series. i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.

I’m starting to feel more like Invidia’s personal diary that she has taken to narrating her life to, rather than a prisoner – though I certainly haven’t forgotten the latter. She stands beside me, leaning against the stone wall, her arms folded casually across her chest. “Imagine my shock and horror when it’s my second attempt to catch a raitruum; I’m about to be successful, when out of nowhere that God damn animai bond starts to click in,” she scowls. With an unexpected liveliness, my head snaps up in her direction, my eyes blowing wide in horror while my heart feels as though it has been excised from my body. She can’t possibly mean what I think she means. She can’t mean that she’s…

"I have wanted to ruin you for months. But right now, looking at you... I cannot think of anything else. I want to hurt you, but I also want to make sure you never leave this hallway." Anji felt his mind fogging over. The M-ESSENCE was demanding more. It was no longer satisfied with the mental manipulation of the boardroom. It needed friction. It needed a release to stabilize the chemical imbalance that was tearing his cells apart. He felt his hands move on their own, clutching the lapels of Randy’s expensive suit, pulling him closer.

CHAPTER 25 – CLAIMED AGAINST THE WALL ANITA'S POV Yeah. As far as I’m concerned, there is only one conclusion I can draw: this man is possessed—terribly, hellishly possessed—beyond anything I could ever imagine. Goodness. What in the living hell is the meaning of this? The thought cuts through me with a heavy frown as I push against his chest, trying to free myself, but his grip is unyielding. “Stop being so ridiculous,” he growls, his voice laced with mock patience. “I’m trying to be soft with you, but it seems like you want it the hard way. It seems like you love it the hard way, huh?”

Crazy. Ominous. It felt like she was talking to a wall. He didn't understand her nor did he agree to give her any space. He was crazy and the more he was locking her in those invisible chains the more she wanted to run away from him. She pressed her temple feeling the throbbing pain in her head. There was no way out for her. Innessa was done. If she continued like this. She might end up losing her mind. "I need to sleep," she whispered, lowering her gaze and he was quick to nod. Pulling to his feet he grabbed the back of her head and kissed the crown of her head. She lay down as Issac put a blanket over her tucking her in it properly.

Oh dear God, the shame I feel is so consuming that I cannot dare to look in those twinkling eyes of her. But the trouble is that my crazy part, or my beast, as I like to call it, fills my mind with all sorts of sickening thoughts. The sensation that another being shares the same body with me is overwhelming. Along with the jealousy that’s stirring my insides, insanity is reaching its finest. “I’m Arianna, by the way!” She declares taking my hand into hers, a gesture that makes me involuntarily flinch. I clear my throat before I speak. “I’m Allaya, nice to meet you!”