Inside Her Novels & Stories

She’s still living in the memory of what happened just hours ago. He had some important thing to handle—whatever it was—so he’d gone back to his room last night. Now, the morning breaks bright and early, and everything outside seems perfectly normal. But inside her, everything is wrong. Or right. Or transformed. Her body hums with his name, every cell whispering sweet obscenities back to her as if trying to tell her what she already knows: she is meant to be his. It doesn’t make sense, but it doesn't have to. The ache, the pull, the way her skin still tingles... it's crazy.

I heard the heavy scraping of metal to my right as the door next to the guards pushed open. A tall, blonde woman walked in, her heels clanking against the cement floor. Her wine-stained lips pulled into an excited smile as she walked towards me. ‘That’s the boss,’ Ryzen’s voice popped into my head. She had extremely long blonde hair that ran down her back and settled around her waist. She wore a tight black dress that clung to her curves and cut off about mid-thigh. Her four-inch heels accentuated her toned, tan legs. If she wasn’t such a horrible human being, I’d find her attractive.

A stranger stepped out, her face flushing the moment she saw me. “Is there anyone still in there?” I asked, not caring about her shy reaction. “Is... someone inside?” she stammered, her voice trembling. I nodded, forcing myself to stay calm. “Yeah. A woman. Brunette, hair down to her shoulders, dressed in black.” She blinked, looking utterly confused. “I was the only one in there.” My heart sank. Cold dread slithered down my spine. A wave of dark thoughts about Katniss swarmed my mind.

"A goddamn, self-sacrificing idiot." She slid down the door until her knees hit the floor. The cold of the concrete seeped through her shredded dress, biting into her skin. Her hand went to her stomach, her fingers curling over the fabric. The thrumming heartbeat was still there—a steady, biological drumbeat that seemed to mock the chaos outside.

She gasps. "Fine," I say. "But I'm not stopping." I push inside her in one slow thrust, and we both groan. I have to grit my teeth to keep from making too much noise. She feels perfect. She always feels perfect. "The blood test," I manage, holding still for a moment to let her adjust. "I've got someone on the inside. At the lab." "Who?"

Because somewhere deep inside, she felt it too. Something was changing. Not just around her. Inside her. And she did not know if she could stop it anymore.

The one where you're about to solve a problem and forget you're a person in the meantime. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She looked at the gate. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm a person," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know you are," he said. "Come inside and be a person in the warm." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Insufferable, she thought. Both of them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She went inside. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Awareness sharpened, narrowed, as though something inside her had turned toward a signal she could not consciously hear. Her chest rose once then held. She did not move, speak or understand but she felt it clearly now. Something inside her had responded, not to the room or to the situation but to “HIM”. And for the first time since entering the Pack House, Lina realized something she could not yet name. Something inside her was no longer entirely still. But it was awakened.

She pressed her hands to her lap, trying to still the storm inside her chest, but it was no use. The kitchen. The table. The air. Everything still has his voice. And for the first time, Elara understood—she wasn’t just working in a house. She was standing inside a cage.

Bang! Bang! "Damn it!" K Whatever kept banging at the mechanical pod which locked her in. Laying down inside while the pod moves unusually, her heart rapidly beat. She was not a fan of close spaces. Although she can handle it in a closet, however, a closet doesn't make any noise nor move! Every time she bangs the pod from the inside, something below her tickles. One was the feather with a mechanical wire supporting it, some were the pillow moving in her head to reorganize her posture and the rest...