Novel & Cerita Inanimate Insanity Lifering

One asks, leaning his arms against the icy metal. “It’s not that I want to die.” I hiccup, tears falling from my lashes and freezing against my cheeks. “It’s just that I don’t want to live if this is all life has to offer… and I’m afraid that this is truly all there is for me. I have no reason to believe otherwise.” I shake my head forlornly, “they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. So I would be crazy to think I can keep meeting the sun each morning without inviting more heartache… wouldn’t I?”

All for nothing. Everyday, for five years, I've been living in repetition. Someone once said insanity means doing the same things over and over again while expecting a different result. I'd like to add that insanity is so much deeper than that. It's also doing the same things over and over again while feeling parts of yourself dying a little more each day.

“They go insane.” Nate blinks, slowly turning to look at me. I feel it already. That restless pull, that gnawing ache. The one that started the second I woke up. It’s still there, crawling beneath my skin like fire under glass. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. Luca sees it on my face. “That insanity,” he continues, “is either going to drive them toward each other—because eventually, it’ll become unbearable—or…” He hesitates for a moment before he adds, “Or they’ll end up dead.”

"You must be boring." "Yeah. My life before was boring when I lost my emotions and memories of yours." I look at him, and he is looking at me. "I don't like talking to anyone except my mum, I don't laugh nor smile. I don't feel any care, or love, just anger. Until that day I remember you and my emotions are back. My life becomes cheerful again." 🎶And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky, I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry

A Santa from hell at the brink of death…or insanity…whatever comes first. I hope it will be insanity. For the sake of the world order, I really do hope that my human will endure all of this and somehow stay alive until I don’t find a way to get out of here because the death of my human will have an apocalyptic domino effect on Wengarthria. If Wengarthria falls, other subrealms of Soovaree will crumble and fall too. If the Soovaree realm falls, the balance in the universe and other realms will be destroyed, too. So yes, if I have to choose between the death and insanity of my human, I am opting for going crazy. If I go crazy, at least Ezel will not go feral. So, yes, I choose insanity. That w

Her back arched off the metal surface, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her eyes rolled back—white, glowing faintly. Her fingertips sparked with light. Darian’s voice dropped. “It’s beginning.” Aarin’s heart lurched. “No—no, no—Alina—stay with me!” A crack split the air—like the sound of a massive door unlocking somewhere far away. The lights in the room flickered one last time and died. Darkness swallowed them. Not normal darkness. Living darkness. Twisting. Breathing. Watching. “Aarin…” Alina’s voice drifted out—small, terrified, and echoing as if far away. “I… I can’t stop it…”

“The truth is that immortality’s a curse. It’s an eternity filled with loss and regret. Anyone and everyone who means anything to you will die. Not just them, but their children, and their children’s children. You get to see entire clans you love rise and fall and fade away. One day, this mountain is gonna be ground down, and all the people who lived in it just some footnote in some record somewhere. “I just can’t shake it - I know I’m gonna see people who I care about die. Mack and Max and Claire. They’ll be gone at some point. Just dust and fading memories.” She sighed and plopped down in the pilot’s seat. With deft movements, she flicked on all of her MFDs, and set them all to a 360 degre

His thoughts become a jumble of violent impulses. "Kill," he growls. "They must die! All of them!” His thoughts start to influence mine and all that runs through my mind is death, bloodshed and carnage. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to hold onto my sanity. "No," I tell him firmly. "Adriana. Remember Adriana. Our mate. Our pup." The mention of our mate seems to bring him back a little, but these new, implanted instincts are fighting hard for control. A few seconds later and Silas can't even form coherent words anymore. Whatever this is, it seems to affect him even more than it does me.

she screamed. I looked at him. His head was injured. It was bleeding too. And the stomach. I couldn’t look at him. He was completely covered with bruises. I felt like I turned deaf. I couldn’t hear anything, everything was drowned out. And the picture became blurry. Everything was in slow-mo. I was shaking like an addict. I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders, then they cupped my face. It was Raf. He was telling me something, but I heard only echoes of my mind. They were telling me: “You will be alone. Nobody is going to be there for you. Lincoln is going to die…”

Cassian said as he held down Dunley, who was about to get up. "Don't worry about me. Take Anthony and go!" Dunley said grimly. "Go? Do you think you can still go anywhere?" Sneering, Leland got back on his feet. What the hell? Cassian's eyes widened. "You must be wondering why I'm not dead yet, even though you killed my life-bound parasite," Leland remarked smugly. "Well, it's because my life-bound parasite isn't dead." "That's impossible!" Before Cassian made his attack, he'd used the All-Seeing Eye and saw that Leland's life-bound parasite was a tiny bee hiding inside a blood vessel under his ribs. The needle should've killed it for sure.