Inanimate Insanity Oj X Paper Novels & Stories

*Never again. She repeated it like a mantra while showering, while dressing in a conservative cream blouse and high-waisted skirt that hid the faint fingerprints on her hips. She spent the day locked in her room, sketching furiously—dark, stormy pieces that looked suspiciously like a certain grey-eyed devil. When the staff knocked for dinner, her stomach twisted.

If Owen never holds this page, maybe the program stays unreal, just another trap Finn prevented before it opened. The door unlocks behind him. Finn freezes. Owen steps inside, damp from the rain, his backpack hanging from one shoulder. His gaze drops to the table, to the torn pieces, to Finn’s hands still full of paper. For one second, neither of them speaks. Then Owen shuts the door slowly. “What is that?” Finn closes his fist around the remaining pieces. “Nothing.” Owen’s face hardens. “Do not.” “Owen—” “Do not stand there with ripped paper in your hands and tell me it is nothing.”

Dani’s disappointed, no doubt. I take my jeans off, pull the small Ziplock bag out of one of the front pockets, and set it on my nightstand. I stare down at the small piece of paper inside, a note written on the back of a silver Big Red gum wrapper. It’s carefully folded into a square, the corners nice and sharp. I contemplate unfolding it and reading it, but in the end, I can’t.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

Ethan would be fine. After my rebirth, Cassandra's sudden change in attitude had me torn between excitement and paranoia. I was excited because I'd finally gotten what I'd been chasing across two lifetimes—my true mate's love. But I was paranoid because I couldn't tell how much of it was real and how much was fake. So I'd set up test after test. She'd passed every single one. Every reaction made my Alpha purr with satisfaction. Only now did I finally believe she actually loved me.

“I have no intention of fooling or taking advantage of you, Ava. We will talk about this in the morning but for now I’m tired and need some rest.” “I’m still not getting in that bed with you.” “You’re my wife.” I took a step back. “No. I’m your wife on paper.” His smirked. “That still doesn’t change the fact that for the next one hundred and nine days you are mine, Ava. Body and soul - you signed it yourself.” “You don’t get to touch me just because I signed a piece of paper.” He stepped closer, licking his lower lip slowly and my gaze followed the movement of his tongue across that lip. I’ve never noticed just how beautiful they were before now.

A growl rumbles in my throat as I snap. My hands—my entire body moves before I can stop myself and I shove a stack of papers off my desk. The files scatter, white papers floating in the air before landing in a disheveled mess on the floor. The sight fuels my darkness, twisting my mind to the point of insanity. My arm swings out. I don’t know what I knock over, but I know it shatters into pieces as it hits the ground. My breathing turns erratic. Still not enough. I haven’t done enough damage yet.

They wouldn't shake off as they kept holding him. The more he struggled, the stronger they seemed to get. They were going to lock him up again. Fear and horror sank in. "No..let me go...I'm innocent. I didn't do it..." He yelled desperately, struggling against him. 'Shut up! You did it. 'You killed your family'. 'Lock him up'. 'This man is insane. Get the chains. "No...no..don't come close to me. Let me go. I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. Why can't you believe me? Let me go!" He yelled and his wolf stirred angrily.

Twenty minutes later we were in the massive home theater upstairs watching some terrible action movie while sharing expensive popcorn. I laughed harder than I should’ve when Reed started criticizing every unrealistic fight scene. “That’s physically impossible,” he muttered at the screen. “You sound offended.” “I am offended.” “You’re such a hater.” “You’re enjoying this too much.” Because somewhere between the beach and the movie and the teasing and the quiet touches against my arm...I forgot to feel miserable for a little while.

"You are definitely hiding something." "Am not." "You look like you're about to faint." "I twisted my ankle yesterday." "That explains the limp," she says thoughtfully. "Not the existential crisis." Fair. At the front, Dr Hale moves to the next slide. "Now," he says, "let's discuss material failure." Oh, the irony. For the next thirty minutes I focus desperately on taking notes. Anything to stop thinking about that night. The rain. The alley. The way he looked at me right before—