Inanimate Insanity Fanfic Novels & Stories

My prince please stop ," she cried as I banged her very hard . That only made me increase my pace ,my mind wasn't even here anymore,it wondered about that dumb brain girl Naunet and her Angelic features ,I so wished she was the one presently here . Due to much thinking ,I soon started hallucinating , seeing her face and imagining her moaning as I rode her fast . Fifteen minutes later ,I stopped pounding her and pulled out ,the maid was screaming or even saying a word ,she just laid like a paralyzed chicken ,yeah she won't be able to walk for some time ,I got off the bed and wore my robe ,my bed quilt was already stained with her blood , guess she wasn't lying after all. "Leave my room before

He snatched the bread slices off her tray and shoved them into his mouth. After starving all morning and fueled by the rage of what'd happened the last two days, she lunged at him to snatch it back and shouted, "You psycho!" The man stopped chewing and stared at her expressionlessly. Then, he reached out and grabbed her outstretched right hand. With a sickening crack, he snapped her index finger at a grotesque angle. A pained scream that sounded like the cry of a dying animal escaped her throat. Here, all the tricks she'd learned pretending to be insane, including the fake screamings and bluffs, meant nothing. All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence.

“You—what the hell happened to you? You’re completely insane now. You—you almost killed the Alpha who helped you!” “I’m trying to kill the Alpha that whipped you, imprisoned you in the dungeons with no sun and food and water for three days!!!” Ansel exhaled a cloudy mist of breath, the temperature around them suddenly dropping. “And now I’m the insane, evil one?” “I—” Alpha Ansel merely scoffed. “You’re the insane one, Sasha. You let yourself be manipulated by this pile of shit. You—you even fucked him just because he gave you an apartment!” “Well, no one has given me an apartment before.”

She said to me and I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it all up in a bunch as she let out of my cock. I am insane. I am insane. "Fuck..." I gritted out in pleasures as she took my cock into her mouth. Insanity feels good. Insanity feels good. It feels fucking good.

But instead of backing down and leaving like I expected, her rage reached a boiling point and she exploded. “You need help,” she screamed, “Do you even hear the words leaving your lips? I have watched you be insane for weeks, you have been cutting people off, making reckless decisions and pushing everyone who ever loved you away. What the hell is wrong with you?” My lips curved into a smirk. She actually called me insane? Insane was me not realizing her true colors in my past life. Insane was me falling in love with a man who would sleep with my best friend behind my back and kill me when he was done with me.

So you're going to start acting like it. Something inside me snaps and I start laughing loud like a maniac. ‘This is insane,’ I say, wiping at my face from the tears that are stinging behind my eyes. ‘You’re insane. This whole thing is insane.’ Dante watches me and instantly, he is in front of me, grabbing my neck. ‘Get used to insane, doll. It’s your new life.’

I whispered, my voice deadly calm, "I will pierce your throat." Normal people fear the insane, but the insane fear those who don't care about their lives. Fear appeared in Diane's eyes for the first time since I'd known her. The playground bully had never faced someone who might actually fight back with lethal intent. She got off me, hands raised in surrender, but I wouldn't let her go. I pinned her down with surprising strength, my knee pressing into her chest. Three months of constant adrenaline and poor nutrition had made me lean and desperate. "Why?" I demanded, pressing the toothbrush deeper. "Why do you have such hostility toward me? Even if you're insane, you can't attack a stranger w

When he speaks, I’m pretty sure the wind howls in agreement. “If I ever catch another man thinking of this mouth, I will carve the fantasy from his skull. And I’ll make it bloody…and messy.” “Silvan…” “And if you ever kneel for another, I will ruin him so badly, even the earth will forget his measly existence. Do you understand?” I shudder under the blazing intensity of his stare. “You’re crazy.” “I agree. I’m fucking insane. And who’s to blame for that, Ms. Machiavelli?”

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

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.