Inanimate Insanity Mephone Novels & Stories

"Mr. Ramsey, you have your information. I'll be sending you the video now." "And take note, the substance we gave him is nothing serious. It'll just give him a seizure for a few minutes and he'll be perfectly fine." "Except that... he's gonna be terrified of his own death for the next few hours, before a pharmacist tells him he's perfectly fine and there's nothing wrong with him." "So.. I'll be texting you the videos now.." He ends the call and the video goes blank. A deafening silence fills the room as soon as the phone screen turns black.

Even from here, I could feel the power humming off her skin like static. Then the shrill ring of my phone shattered the calm. I clicked my tongue, slipping the device between my shoulder and ear as I sprinkled stabilizer into the steaming vial. “Hello, darling.” Phil’s voice. Soft, playful, and annoying in the middle of lab work. “What is it, darling? Cracked the crystal yet?” she cooed. “What do you take—” The sound hit like a missile. EEEEEEEEEEEEE! A high-pitched, nauseating screech screamed through my skull. My knees nearly buckled. My phone slipped from my hand, clattering to the ground.

She took back steps to distance herself. "At night I met her before coming to you, so come here immediately." He was ordering her. "Not at all." She made a face at him then Shah Zain instantly got up from his place. But before he could take Minal in his grasp, his eyes went to his phone on the side table. Its screen was blinking. His phone was in silent mode that's why he didn't listen to its ringing. There was a call from an unknown number so he picked it up quickly.

she said, before ending the call, shit how did I get myself with abnormal people, you're a psycho magnet my inner girl said, I faked a smile, yea that's true, I want prince Philip not mafia Lucian. I dug my head in-between my thighs, screaming at the top of my voice, hating myslelf all over again, looking outside the window, it's still dark outside, I feel claustrophobic, but going outside this room is suicidal I might get lost again. The probably be found as an ancestorial skeleton, after this night everything will end,then my hormones will finally get the rest they deserve, I feel sick already, laying back down on the bed, every second seems like hours now this is the longest night ever.

Again. I stared at the side of his face in absolute disbelief. I insulted him a thousand times over in my head. Unbelievable. He’s a psychopath. A literal child trapped inside a ruthless man’s body. The car glided smoothly away from the curb, but the irritating audio from his phone kept bugging me. Loop. Scroll. Another dumb sound effect. Loop. Scroll. Another one. A heavy knot of irritation tightened in my chest as I tried to ignore it. I stared out the window at the passing historic buildings, but the digital giggles and sound bites were driving me insane. My patience lasted about three blocks before I finally snapped.

Tonight. I spotted it by accident—his medicine cabinet, rattling with pill bottles under the sink. Names I couldn’t pronounce. Antipsychotics. Mood stabilizers. Heavy shit. I stared at them, heart pounding so hard it blurred my vision, and A wicked idea slithered into my head. If I could crush the pills. Get him to drink it. Maybe, just maybe, I could knock him out long enough to run. Thirty seconds. That’s all I needed. Just thirty seconds of silence. Of escape.

I moved slowly down from the big bed and walked to the connecting door that connected my room and Ace's room to pick up the call. No names appear on my screen, yet I knew who the crazy person was. Of course, it was Sebastian Sanchez. The mentally ill man that I unfortunately had to deal with. I clicked the green button and pressed the phone to my ear. I accepted it because he was my strongest enemy and had all the weapons to bring me down. I didn't want to make it worse by turning off his call. "I didn't expect that you would greet my call this happily," His low, reproachful chuckle irritated me.

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.

“Calm down, man. We’ll find her. Just breathe- ” “Calm down?” I laughed, bitter and unhinged, grabbing a chair and smashing it against the floor until the legs cracked. “She’s out there- alone, vulnerable. What if someone took her? What if she’s hurt? I’ll kill them. I’ll kill anyone who touches her.” Vlad stepped closer again, voice low. “Dante, listen- ” Suddenly my phone buzzed on the floor amid the debris. An Unknown number flashed on the screen. I snatched it up, swiping to answer with shaking fingers. The negative thoughts corrupted my mind- “Who the fuck is this?”

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h