Inanimate Insanity Mephone 4s Novels & Stories

Oh stars, spirits ,trees and dear universe hold my freaking hand before I start throwing chairs at some of these beings "Please for the last time just do what I said, don't make things harder" Instead of listening, they increased the volume of their murmurs. Disrespectful That's the only thing I could say about them. I felt more of disappointed than upset at the moment. My phone suddenly rung and I opted to pick it up. Trying to tell them to be silent would be useless "Hello?" "Andrea, I'm about to come in with some of the warriors. Investigations have been going on and some of your kids have been proved to be distributors of some illegal drugs.

Tobin waited until 2:17 in the morning, when the security rotation left a four-minute window between the east corridor camera sweep and the nearest patrol's return circuit. He moved barefoot down the hallway, staying close to the wall where the floorboards were less likely to creak, carrying nothing but the tension wrench and a thin flat tool he had fashioned from the metal clip inside his paperback's spine.

Marcus’s POV I hate silence. Silence messes with me, seriously. My thoughts get loud; unbearably, annoyingly loud. Yet here I am, holed up in this crappy safe house way out past where anyone decent bothers to visit. Curtains shut so tight you’d think sunlight was illegal. TV’s just pointless background noise, volume all the way down. My phone’s going nuts, vibrating off the table like it’s possessed, and nope, I’m not picking that up. Not a chance. Feels like the city outside is shrinking, squeezing me smaller by the minute. For once, and I kind of hate to admit it, I have zero idea how to dig myself outta this mess.

He eventually peered under the bed and spotted the glowing screen of his phone wedged between his discarded pants and the leg of his dresser. He grabbed it, and without even looking at the caller ID, immediately hit the red button and put the phone, plunging the room back into silence. Felix sat back on the floor, his back against the bed, and closed his eyes. His mouth tasted as if something died in it, and his body ached badly. He had too much to drink last night. Fragments of blurred memories were also returning to his head. Soon, Felix was jumping up from the floor and stumbling all the way to the bathroom to throw up until there was nothing left inside him to retch. When it was over he

I hissed coldly. "We did, I mean.. you can go home or go back to the restaurant." He said simply. "You're evil." I said and left him alone. I got into my car and decided to go to my restaurant. I need to go to the doctor soon because I kept having my blood pressure going up. Quarter life crisis. "Fuck it!" I smacked my steering wheel completely frustrated and found myself driving so fast towards Lena's house. I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now.

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

Ana removed the phone from the charging case. Ana sighed before answering the call and put it to her right ear. Only a few seconds later, a loud voice came from the other side. "YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU WANT TO DIE HUH!" ***

“Fuck you! If it weren’t for the person I know you through, today would have been your last day on Earth for daring me!” “I know I really messed up. Deepest apologies. But listen, the version you got is the heavy-duty one. Your antidote won't touch it. No medical fix, no herbal bullshit. Only way to counter it is full-on sex. If sex doesn't happen soon, it could... kill.” “Go to hell!” I roared, smashing the end call button before hurling the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor, screen cracked. I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, as if pain could clear the fog.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

I just hoped the bug under his desk and the data on my flash drive would be enough to bury him. "Where the hell is my phone?" I muttered, rubbing my temples, digging through my purse, my fingers brushing past the flash drive to grab the phone. I pulled it out, my pulse already racing. I snatched my earphones off the coffee table. My fingers felt clumsy, almost shaky, as I plugged them in and opened the app Richard had shown me. A few taps. A couple of seconds of ugly static. Then the audio came through clean and sharp, like I was standing right there in Finnian’s office.