Inanimate Insanity Mephone Novels & Stories

The phone glitched instantly. The screen flickered violently. Messages overlapped. Corrupted. Unreadable. The hum in the room spiked sharply. Then broke. A loud crack echoed through the space. The walls shifted again. More violently this time. “That’s it,” the other me said quietly. “Keep going.” I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. I threw the phone against the wall. It hit hard. Then dropped. Still flickering. Still glitching. The room reacted immediately. The floor trembled slightly.

*Warning: This chapter contains material you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of sex, abuse and violence. ***** RUM “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” Annie’s screams blasted from my phone. “YOU JUST INSULTED ME IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!” I stared at my own reflection in the mirror of the male restroom, my face deadpan, my arm stretched far enough to keep my ears away from the horrible blaring.

The auction stress, the fear, everything had burned through my last dose quicker than usual. “Damn it,” I muttered aloud, rolling onto my side. “Where’s my phone? Oh right—gone. Confiscated or lost in that hellhole.” I laughed bitterly into the pillow. “Great job, Rowan. Beg the king to buy you, end up in his palace with no way to order black-market pills. Genius.” The heat crept higher, making me restless. I kicked off the covers. “Get it together. You’re a Beta. Registered Beta. No one knows.”

Seraphina muttered excitedly as she finished tearing off the coverage. She frowned immediately upon seeing the contents. "What's all these?" Seraphina muttered with a disappointed look as she poured the contents on the table. It turns out to be different kinds of drugs in different forms, "Did I tell him that I am sick or what? What are all these even functioning for?" Seraphina muttered, feeling so pissed. How could Denmark send her drugs? Does it make any sense? She got her phone and began dialing his number without wasting time, he luckily picked it up.

Seth was admitted to the hospital and became the talk of the town even though no one else knew what happened. “The pheromone blocker that the madame is taking now, is no longer effective on the little master.” Like being struck by lightning in the middle of the day, Maeve sat there like a stone. Mateo and the doctor’s voices talking was no longer audible to her, everything she had sacrificed was now in vain, her hands trembling. Maeve felt like her world had just been shattered beyond recognition.. “Should I increase the dosage?” She asked quietly. Mateo and the doctor looked at her, “Madame, you are no longer taking the medicine. It has no effect.”

Third-Person POV "What did you say?" Cole exclaimed, his voice pitching an entire octave. The joyous atmosphere immediately disappeared. The assistant handed his phone to Cole and said, "Look." Joanna was wearing a bitter smile as she sat in front of the camera. Her skin was covered in mottled bruises. She pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from her bag and held it in front of the camera. The comments egged her on. "End your life if you have the guts. A lunatic like you will only harm yourself and others if you stay alive."

Everyone's voices ring in my head, the wail of the police sirens on repeat like a broken record. I run my hands through my hair, groaning as I get up, turning on the heater. I slide out of my pants, letting them pool around my ankles as my breathing shallows out. I open my medicine cabinet, grabbing my bottle of Ativan. I shake the orange bottle into my palm, furrowing my brows as nothing comes out. I peek into it, groaning in exasperation as I realise it's empty. That what you get for being a fucking procrastinator.

he was so furious that after disconnecting the call he flung his phone to ground , he paced the room like a restless lion, running his hands through his hair, he fumed. He wanted to make a call but then realised he just broke his phone, frustrated he walked to the table to where a land line was connected, he dialled a number "Anuj, Destroy Goldwyn, tomorrow morning the news should spread far and wide, the glorious story of Itsy Bitsy Goldwyn from gold to dust... and the dust should be so dusty that even a stray dog wouldn't wanna shit on it," "Bro, but what happened, sudden..," "Can you do it or do you want me to soil my hands, don't you get me at one go, do I have to keep repeating my self,

Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you! [Future is the new mankind!] Glorious words delivered by an emotionless voice, mixed with buzzes like from an old landline. And the landline falls into absolute silence with the last word barely landing. Meph opened his eyes slowly so they could adjust to light. A worry in vain. Surrounding him was pitch darkness. Even the presumed old landline was nowhere in sight as if it never existed. He had no idea where he was.

He looks as though he’s having an out of body experience. His whole body stills and his dick softens inside me. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I push myself backward, propping myself up by my elbow, my suspicious and bewildered gaze on him. His remains still, his expression stoic, a certain kind of darkness creeping into his eyes. I gulp, subtly sliding his dick out of me, immediately wrapping my sore body up with the blood stained duvet. “The guy is insane. He probably has a personality disorder because one minute he was all over me and the next he fazed out and then blinked a few times and forgot who I was. He was even asking where he was and shit. He probably took some drugs.”