Novel & Cerita Inanimate Insanity Wattpad

CASSANDRA After what happened last night, I’m not sure that I’m sane. Maybe I’ve had some mental break after I hit Frank. It’s quite possible. I’ve read about such things. Temporary insanity. In reality, I might be strapped to a bed in some psych ward, and this was all some hallucination. Because I cannot be a werewolf. It’s ludicrous. Werewolves are fiction. What was this? Was I trapped in the Twilight Saga? But what about the voices in my head? I heard the hot guy’s voice as plain as day in my head. Nope, definitely something horribly wrong with me. Unless…

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

eyes wild and unfocused. "I can feel it crawling, clawing its way out!" The servants reacted with alarm, unsure whether to help or flee the madwoman's presence. Before they could react, a new person entered the room: Dr. Corvan, his usual demeanor cracking to expose a flash of alarm. "Restrain her, quickly!" he said, running to Natalie's side. "This foolishness has gone on quite long enough." The servants paused, observing Natalie's writhing figure with concern. Corvan's frigid eye, however, would not tolerate defiance. They charged forward, trapping the insane woman to the ground while she howled and writhed. Corvan pulled a syringe from his medical kit and filled it with murky fluid. "For

"I’m working, Lena. Don’t you have a presentation today?" "That's not what I asked." Serena kept her hands moving. She reached for the next stem, measured it, and cut it. "I'm fine." "You keep saying that." "Because it keeps being true. It’s not my fault you don’t want to believe me." "Oh, you’re so fine that you freaked out at the club," Lena said. "The crowd." Serena did not look up. "I already told you there were too many dominant wolves in a small room. I got overstimulated, I needed a second. You've seen it happen before."

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

Hah! Right behind them, my soul was so shattered I could barely stay upright. He knew all along. He chose to abandon me in that villa. I learned that my heart could still ache, even after death. Daniel's face drained of all color. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. Just then, his eyes became bloodshot with insanity as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.

I was also angry when Bandura insulted my deceased mother, so I nearly killed her with my two hands. I gulped. I can melt things. I have telekinesis. And I can make people forget about me. Was it the book of spells? I have to ask the woman with red lips! But only if she shows up in my dreams tonight. “I am so excited to go to the ball tonight!”

|Thomas| A famous I* influencer gags between my thighs, eyes stinging, and lips smudged with lipstick. I hum to the sensation, smoke puffing out of my lips. She raises her head, and I clench my teeth. "Do you want the deal or not?" My voice comes out flat. She nods, trying to look seductive. "Then suck and swallow." I lean back, observing her eager compliance. So dumb. A notification chimes on the armrest—a notification from my burner account flares across the screen.

Bjorn I wake up with a start and look around the unfamiliar room. I’m hot, sweaty and breathless. My back where the mystery woman scratched me still burns. Across the darkened room, Magnus lets out a ragged breath, and I understand exactly how he feels. Sitting up, I look towards the center of the small roundhouse where the fire has died. I try to pull on the beast to start the fire, but he is not close. Shaking my head, I try again, but there is still no response.