Inanimate Insanity Mephone Novels & Stories

He almost called Erotica Hotels, thank God that the flee-brain reminded him. "I'll meet you there at eight." "Sounds great." He answered and hanged the call. The rest of the drive he tried to put his mind together. He pulled over to the garage of his property, killed the engine but he didn't get out of the car. He carried his face with his hand. He wasn't feeling any better. Even the promise of a good sêx with a better blowjob is starting to feel old to him. Everything's getting old to him. Everything's starting to loose its value to him. Even money. Leaving him...Cold.

I muttered, dropping my hand onto the armrest in frustration. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, letting out a sigh. My head was pounding, and the ghost of the sedative Clara had poisoned me with weeks ago still felt like it was lingering in my veins, making me feel hollow and exhausted. I stood up from the desk, walked over to the mahogany liquor cabinet, and poured a heavy splash of amber whiskey into a short glass. I didn't bother with ice. I just threw it back, letting the fiery liquid burn my throat, hoping it would numb the sick, sinking feeling in my stomach.

I am happy Nina has let me be a part of this. "Thanks." He turns his head for a moment to give me a smile. "I’ll give them a year, maybe two... then they will both realize Tessa is way too good for him." I pat his shoulder. I honestly really like him. "You are a good man, Ollie." "Oh, don’t make me cry." *Silas* "It’s a dissociative enactigent... synthetic psilocybin... scrums with no side effects," Isaac says, letting a couple of pills drop into his hand.

" Would a sick person run around the dining room tables and shout about the existence of imaginary creatures? Talius asked quietly. "He will! - That's it! Therefore, I will increase the dose of neuroleptics for an indefinite period of time until you come back to normal! Talius concluded. "It won't change anything!" Meth denied, and Talius asked the bouncers to take meth to his sanctuary room, where the only person in the sanctuary named Sodium who had spoken to him was waiting for Him. "How are you?" "As long as I live, they will not break me!" Methil said, barely able to speak because of the potent neuroleptics.

I muttered under my breath, turning the small yellow pouch over in my hands. The label was faded, the text nearly illegible, but a few key words still stood out in bold black print: "IXEPRON. POTENT NEURODEPRESSIVE." My brows knit together as I carefully tore open the top, revealing a handful of white capsules inside. Definitely didn't look like any medication I'd seen before. I glanced around to ensure the corridor was still deserted, I quickly typed the name into my phone's search engine. The results that populated made my stomach drop like a lead weight.

“Why… are you here? Why do you look so… good?” “Damn it,” he muttered. Her pupils were dilated, and her skin was burning up. She was swaying toward him like he was the only stable thing in a spinning world. He knew the symptoms. Not just any sedative, it was a potent mixture laced with a rare aphrodisiac strain. If not neutralized or burned through safely, it could cook the mind. Leave her empty. Brain-dead.

Chapter 12: That bitch is dead 🥀 “No!!” Jessica roared, smashing the phone against the wall. A web of cracks exploded across the screen, scattering shards of glass. “No! I’m only imagining things. What I heard isn’t real—it’s just the drugs,” she muttered, clutching her head as if to physically hold her thoughts together. Stumbling out of the shower, she yanked open the drawer and reached for her pills. They were her only refuge when she felt this overwhelmed, this terrified. With trembling hands, she poured the tablets into her palm and shoved them all into her mouth.

**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.

It started that day. I feel guilty, but the interval between when I go insane is getting longer and longer. And using the counteractive drug won’t help me much anymore, or it will make my condition much worse. "Clive," I mumbled amidst the dim light of my room. I’m lying in bed while he sits in bed beside me. I can’t see most of his expressions, but his side profile is deeply reflected in my pupils. He lowered his gaze and hummed in his baritone voice.

But that was not enough. Even if she accept him with his every personality, people wouldn't. He needs to face the problems of his life like a normal 27 years old man instead of being a coward and hiding away from everything. She needs to know his fear. She needs to know what is it that stops him from accepting that everything is inside him. This Factitious Disorder needs to be cured and the only way is to make him realize that he can control every personality of his. He just needs to try. Day turned to night and Catelin gave him his pills. He was reluctant but after hearing that they are for his headache he took them. He was fast asleep but sleep was nowhere near Catelin.