Inanimate Insanity Lifering Novels & Stories

“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.

Strip away the family fortune and reputation, and you've got absolutely nothing. Sebastian's mother was imprisoned because of what happened to Mom, and he was banned from joining Hamilton Corporation. Even so, he never lacked food, clothing, or luxuries. The whole living in the "housekeepers' quarters" story was just his own sob story. His actual room was only slightly smaller than mine. In my previous life, he lived quite lavishly after he went abroad with no one to supervise him. I was curious to see what would happen to him in this lifetime.

" Gely murmured as she started the car and we safely exited the mall. When I thought of Sheena, I clenched my fist... She is no longer alive! So I don't have to be afraid of her. Sheena is no longer alive. That woman is no longer alive. I was simply super paranoid. Fuck. Shanna, calm down. - SHEENA I just smirked as I watched Shanna run around like a crazy person. I laughed and shook my head. I didn't think she had any flaws. I haven't started yet, but she appears to be enraged with fear. I haven't started the plan yet, but she appears to be afraid.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

science project. "You're insane," I whispered. "I am the only one who is sane," Silas replied. "The world is governed by fools. I am building a mind that can rule the Noise." The woman in the lab coat stepped toward me with a needle. "We need to begin the first nutrient infusion."

“You’re insane, old man. I am immortal.” “Then why do you look like death?” “Stop stalling!” I lifted him up against the glass wall. “The infants. NOW.” *** I stayed with Anderson at the containment area until they freed the last infant. He said I looked like death. Maybe he was right. My beast wasn’t healing me like he should. I felt the shrapnel moving around in my flesh. It should have been expelled by now. I felt cold and lightheaded from blood loss and pain. But I dared not show weakness.

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

It continually squirm and elongate out of the picture frames, extending themselves with full force until the entities simultaneously touched the floorboard or the space below it before their other hand squeezed its way out to reality. Lukas watched as the god of evil birthed life out of inanimate paintings, but the creations were flawed and disturbing. They took up a humanoid shape but their appearance, while possessing the faces of Don Calixto's ancestors, appeared to be grotesquely stretched and erased. They moved erratically, as if they are stretching their defective bones to great limits. They marshalled around Sitan, who lowered his hand as a signal for his army to attack.

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

I'm not afraid. "Anima, nothing short of decapitation will cure what ills you," I grinned. "Not a damn thing I can say will convince you that your demise will be anything, but bad. That misconception it totally on you. I've been on the cusp of death and it was awesome for me...that was because I love and was loved.