Inanimate Insanity Payjay Novels & Stories

POV. Today I saw my man talking with that creep in the coffeeshop. How much I wanted to barge inside kill that creep and take the claim over my man right in front of everyone. I want everyone to know that Jay is my man and one day I will make sure that Jay will be mine including his soul. I will kill anyone who will occupy my man's mind and I have to step up my plan because I don't want my man to look at someone even if I have to gouge his eyes out.

Ren replied calmly, “that’s exactly what she intends to do.” Jay Begins to Break Again Jay staggered, clutching his head. The gold in his eyes flared. The glowing cracks along his spine widened a fraction. “Elias… it’s happening again… I can feel it—” Elias caught him, panic rising. “Just breathe—breathe—stay with me—” Jay screamed. His spine pulsed violently. One of the agents panicked and aimed at Jay. “IT’S CHANGING—FIRE—!!” Alexander’s head whipped around.

One morning, Ethan visited a bar and, overwhelmed by frustration and sorrow, he began to lament. "I shall make him pay; he must suffer for making my life unbearable," Ethan mourned sorrowfully, striking his knee. As he lamented, a young woman named Jessica noticed him and approached. "Hello, handsome," Jessica greeted. Ethan regarded her with disdain. Jessica continued, "I observed that you were speaking to yourself and sitting alone, so I thought I might keep you company. However, you seem troubled." To which Ethan replied, "As you can see, I am well and wish to be left alone."

After telling the others to enjoy themselves and that he'd take Zoey home, he scooped her into his arms and left the room. The moment they were gone, the private room burst into chatter. "Zoey is really something. How did she manage to hook up with Mr. Grant?" "Who knows? I feel bad for Ms. Jones… She gave ten years to this company, and now she's left with nothing. Homewreckers really do deserve to go to hell!" Despite the onlookers' scornful remarks, there was a hint of envy in their tone. … Julian was about to leave after dropping Zoey off, but she grabbed his wrist and pleaded, "Mr. Grant, my foot's injured. Can't you stay the night?"

Cash was spread across the desk in neat stacks. Jay flipped through one bundle with a grin. “Look at this.” He laughed. “This is what happens when a man decides he doesn’t want to pay what he owes. I told him I’d show up at his daughter’s school. The whole man broke down. Started stuttering like—” Jay launched into a poor imitation. Liam didn’t react. He kept counting. Because once Jay got started, there was no stopping him.

Jay said, “I have no money right now. But I’ll think of a way to pay back the medical bills.” Angeline almost laughed at him. How could this guy have no money when all of Grand Asia was his? “If you have no money, perhaps you can pay with your body.” She laughed maniacally. It was hard for Jay to even start taking a liking to her, and now all of that melted away in an instant. He glowered at her with much resentment…

Jay settles in front of a laptop, eager to view the contents of the drive. With a sly grin forming on his face, Jay scoffs as he watches the video clip in its entirety. "Is this the best that bitch can do, Blackwood?" he remarks, confident in his own abilities. Blackwood, ever the loyal bodyguard, suggests editing the video to their advantage. Jay, a skilled editor of videos and images, swiftly takes charge. He meticulously edits the footage, manipulating it to serve their purposes. Lean back in his seat, a smirk adorns Jay's handsome face, radiating a sense of power and control.

I lunged forward and bit down on his arm, tasting blood in my mouth. Leonard let out a pained shout and shoved me away, cursing, "You crazy bitch! You should just die!" The closer someone was to you, the better they knew exactly what to say to completely break you. Leonard stared at me, his mute and battered wife, and, for a fleeting moment, I saw a trace of guilt in his eyes. But then, he convinced himself—he could make it up to me later. What he didn't know was there would be no later.

But you can't help but think of yourself as JayJay a seventy-year-old dried-up whore that no one wants to fuck anymore so you just wander around asking to take it up the ass or give blowjobs for a dollar. I shoved that into her head. She suddenly saw me in the mirror. "Hey stud boy how about you let ole JayJay suck your dick for a dollar?" I laughed. "I wouldn't let your diseased mouth near my dick you, old whore." "Well then fuck my ass for fifty cents." I reached into her mind and cleared out the old whore and let Janice loose. "Keep fighting me and JayJay will be who you are permanently. Do you understand?"

Breathe in, you gotta see this You gotta break the walls down again. So we breathe in. A couple of songs later, Jay took a little break and Silvia dropped back on her chair, panting. “Oh, my, Jay. You really are out of this world.” He winked at her with one of his smug smiles. “I get that a lot.” “No wonder! I do owe you! I haven’t had so much fun in ages!” “Well, I don’t take foreign money, but you can always pay back in kind, shaking your ass some more.”