Inanimate Insanity Suitcase Novels & Stories

Venus saw that there was only one item in the closet; a rather large black suitcase. Ildara pulled it out while wrinkling her nose. She stood up, then carried and placed the suitcase on the table in one jolt. They both coughed as the dust on the table and suitcase flew. “A damn strange order,” Ildara muttered irritably. She tried to open the suitcase with her face still showing weakness. Venus looked as the suitcase opened. The girl's heart stopped beating for a second, and then began to beat faster. Venus took two frames at the very top of the suitcase. Her hands trembled.

“I just mindlinked Eliza and let her know we would put Ire in the Alpha Luna Suite.” We enter the pack house and make our way to the Alpha floor despite the growing dread I am a little excited. I have never seen the inside of the Alpha Luna Suite. I stand close to Erik as he opens the door and then I see it, Isabelle naked laying on top of the bed.

I’m sure thеіr mаіdѕ wіll be drеѕѕеd іn thоѕе сutе black suits wіth the whіtе арrоnѕ. Gоd. I hаvе tо рull it tоgеthеr. I’m ѕtіll sitting оn the flооr аt the door. Bеіng bасk here іѕ hаrdеr thаn I thоught іt wоuld bе. I feel еmрtу and shocked. I feel lіkе сrуіng. Inѕtеаd I get up, hеаd over tо mу suitcase, and ѕее thаt аll оf mу stuff іѕ still there.

I could see the drops of sweat forming on his forehead. “Then it’s not my problem anymore.” “I’ll give you time until before the sunrise. If another bombing happened, then don’t expect to see your beautiful wife and son anymore.” I menaced, and I saw how his eyes filled with terror. My eyes landed on the suitcase, so I opened it, as expected it contains drugs, a gun, and dollar bills. I took the bottle of wine and poured it into the suitcase. I took his cigarette and use it to lit up the suitcase.

I want to believe her, but I'll never be happy in a prison, no matter how luxurious it is. When the door closes behind her, the mask drops. My shoulders sag, and my hands tremble. I stare at the suitcase packed with only the essentials. It held a few changes of clothes, some makeup, a toothbrush, and other toiletries. No heels, no cocktail dresses, or any other articles that show I plan to stay. Yet as I unzip the bag and start to unpack, something gnaws at me. What if I'm wrong? What if Isaac actually wants this and nothing I do changes his mind?

“Move your ass.” “The last time you dragged me out for ‘fresh air,’ I had to dress up as a stupid maid for your stupid plan and spent three hours in that fitting room!,” Cassian snarls, his small fangs flashing as he tries to wedge his boot against the baseboard. “I am a weapon of mass destruction, Minthe. Not your packhouse pack mule.” With one final, aggressive tug, his grip slips from the frame. The sudden release sends us both stumbling back into the carpet.

It is a terrible mistake which I can't easily correct. "Go get your suitcase. Rossetta go get Lola's suitcase.We can't risk her escaping,"she says. She ran to get Lola's suitcase. It much bigger than ours. We put the dead body inside it. Lola ran to the bathroom to puke. She was feeling sick. I lean on the wall panting as Rosetta sits on top of tge suitcase and Rossette fights to close it. "Clear all tge evidence that shows ge was here please"she says.

A minute later, the soundproof door opened just a crack and an energy burst into the room. "Woah, finally, I am here! Lucifer you can't call me anytime you please, I am a busy.....man," a voice chirped, faster than a machine gun. A man slipped inside, looking utterly out of place in the sterile, terrifying black and gray room. He couldn't have been older than I was, he was slim almost a boyish frame, wearing dark dorky glasses that kept sliding down his nose. He was struggling with a massive metal medical suitcase that looked far too heavy for him.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

The silence feels like freedom, even though I know it won't last long. I grab my suitcase handle and head toward the door. My reflection catches in the hallway mirror, and I stop. Sally's right about one thing – I do look terrible. My hair is pulled back in a messy bun, and I'm wearing an old college t-shirt and jeans. But I don't care. I'm not trying to impress anyone. The car is waiting outside, a black sedan that looks too expensive for a simple airport run. Frank, the family driver, gets out and takes my suitcase with his usual gentle smile.