Inanimate Insanity Suitcase Novels & Stories

The thought warmed something inside me that I was so distracted imagining that glorious future that I completely missed the warning signs. Which, in my defense, there weren’t any. One second I was crossing the courtyard. The next, I heard a sharp crack with my suitcase as I stopped walking. The suitcase rolling beside me tilted, then it tilted further and gave up entirely.The wheel snapping off. Time slowed as I stared in horror as the suitcase stared back. Then the entire thing collapsed sideways and burst open. My belongings exploded across the courtyard. My clothes, books, Notebooks, Pens, underwear, Everything. A bra launched itself into the air with impressive determination before landi

Thus she weakly said, "... You want Eithan to marry the dead?" "Shut up!" Another vase flew towards her which Eithan annoyingly struck down with a hand. The madwoman crazily lifted up the whole table, causing the decors and other stuff atop it to fall down. Crisp sounds of glasses and ceramics breaking echoed throughout the place. Even the glasses of the picture frame that Susan lovingly held when he came in broke into numerous pieces. 'As expected, she's an immoral host. A mad one at that. But since when?' He concluded and asked himself seeing that Susan's strength was unusual. A bit of dread invaded his heart. Anything unknown and unverified would always leave a shadow of doubt in one's mi

The brave version of me disappears. Dread replaces her. Thomas's phone in my coat pocket is my only ticket to courage, so I squeeze it hard, stand up, and follow the guard. The chatter of the cafe is severed the moment we step through the door and descend into a soundproof, hidden basement bunker. Mr. Knights is sitting behind an oak desk. I march up boldly, reach into my pocket, and place the black phone onto the polished wood before him. "I have something. His private phone, texts, everything. There must be something useful on it. Please leave my family and me alone.”

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

Mirana uttered gazing into her eyes. "Don't think what others are going to say and think, Ness because these same exact others had hurted and broken Inessa Elvira Suarez to her extend but I can guarantee you that nobody is ever going to be capable of breaking or hurting Inessa Sinister Rodriguez because this time, she is not alone anymore, " Inessa swallowed hardly hearing her each and every word. "Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, "

But as I stood in the center of my dark bedroom on Friday night, staring down at the two large, obsidian-black suitcases lying wide open on my mattress, my chest felt entirely hollow. The suitcases were half-packed. Neatly folded silk blouses, utility jackets, and design portfolios occupied the deep compartments. It looked organized, clean, and clinical—the exact kind of sterile structure Khalia Salvador would design for a transitional phase. I picked up a soft, cream-colored knit sweater from the remaining pile on the chair. The moment my fingers touched the fabric, my system glitched.

“I thought Mattia was the crazier one when it came to sex. He seemed more violent than the others.” Mabel smiled faintly, and she embarrassed me just by saying something like this. I squeaked and went back to my room. That evening, as Mabel said, I still met Mattia and told him about my return home. “I’ll tell the driver to take you!” he said. He was in his office. I saw four rectangular suitcases behind his desk. My wolf gave me a sign that there was something suspicious inside the suitcases. However, I didn't want to find out about anything. Promising myself to avoid getting caught up in Mattia's treatment again. I really wanted to be a different girl from now on.

His cold, dead eyes locked directly onto me as I stood up, the copper box gripped tightly in my white-knuckled hands. "We do not require a jurisdiction, Miss Vance," the man stated, his voice a flat, synthesized monotone that sounded exactly like the automated broadcast from the Iron Well. He lifted his left hand, revealing a small, black detonator switch wired directly into the titanium briefcase. "The Public Trust was an interesting simulation, but the board has officially rejected the parameters of your peace. The second rise is canceled." He pressed the black button. A blinding, violet flash of light erupted from the briefcase, and the concrete floor beneath our feet violently opened up

He said. They gathered the cartons and boxes and brought them to him. They opened them up and saw mannequins, tripod stands and some other movie props. "Are these all?" He asked Yesus. "Uh...." He said looking at the order receipt. "Actually Boss, there are about four wooden casings over there containing knight suits." He said. At this, Bruno's eyes widened. "Bring them over here" he ordered. "Yes Boss" They moved the casings towards where he sat. They opened the casings and pulled out the suits. They dismantled them one after the other. And in the third and fourth suits, they found parcels of cocaine wrapped in white bags.

A death trance. After what felt like an eternity, she stopped trying to kill herself and staggered a few feet away from me with a satisfied look on her face and a demented look still lingering in her eyes. “Why would—!” Just as I was about to question her sanity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced at the sound and was about telling her to shut the fuck up when the dungeon doors burst open and Sawyer along with 4 guards burst in. Yes! Now they can drag this crazy bitch out of here.