Inside Out Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not a single inch was given. Which means I know what it looks like when things fall apart. They always have before. The board won’t care if I’m in love. They’ll care that I broke rules. That I blurred lines. That I touched something I wasn’t supposed to. And Vivian? She’ll crucify me for this. Not because she hates me. Because, to her, I’m disposable. I was always the one from the outside. The workhorse. The numbers guy. Useful, but replaceable. She finds out Parker’s in my bed? I lose more than a relationship. I lose everything. She’d see to it.

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two: A Scar Named Love Sophia's POV The rain had started again outside gentle rain tapping on the windows like tender memories. The wind was just the same as inside my heart—stormy, cold, and loud. I was reclined on the corner of our bed, my fingers drumming the hem of my sweater, my eyes on nothing. I was trying to hold it in. Attempt to act like I wasn't falling apart from the inside out.

So, they were headed to the boutique located inside the Diamond Hotel Paris. As they walked, Freya noted that Kenneth had turned extra clingy. He was holding her waist this time. Inner Devil: ‘Girl, he’s scared you’ll run away. Haha!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, girl, this man’s been crushing on you since dinosaurs roamed! You owe him… big time. I’m talking full V-card redemption arc!’ Inner Devil: ‘Wait—he should be a virgin too right? Is this about to be a “two clueless bunnies in the wild” situation?’

Xayden’s POV “If you are here, then who is inside ?” My dad asked, shocked, as he and mom rushed to the infirmary. We all winced when two sets of piercing howls scarred everyone outside like a blade through silk. “Rhys,” I answered and then squeezed my eyes shut again, as if the next rounds of deafening howls could be miraculously blocked by closing my eyes and sheer willpower. A dumb ostrich move, but I could not, in good faith, go inside and save Rhys. The last thing I heard was the sickening crack of his bones when Nox squeezed his hand too tightly.

But the silence inside my head was worse than the noise—it was the kind of quiet that waits, listening. Damien’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. His voice, when it came, was low and strained. “You haven’t said a word since we left. Tell me what’s going on in your head.” I turned toward him, the faint glow of the dashboard reflecting in his tired eyes. “She’s not gone,” I whispered. “She’s inside me. Waiting for a moment of weakness.” His jaw tightened. “Then we won’t give her one.” “You don’t understand.” My voice cracked. “I can feel her moving. Like she’s learning me—my thoughts, my fears, even the way I love.”

Yes, I will be vane as I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror, with biceps that clench and flex and abs that tighten with every move; I am a man that any woman would desire. But this man's heart has been locked in a cage, and that is where it shall stay. It shall never see the light and experience the love of another. I might be perfect on the outside, but on the inside, I am all rotten. Well, to say rotten is a strong word, though, yes, Mekayla has definitely spoiled me for any other woman. Now, not that I want to be in a relationship again; the fact is I never want to love again.

It took Mom a long moment before she finally spat out, "You psychopathic, ungrateful brat! If I'd known you'd turn out like this, I never would have kept you in the first place!" I hung up without a flicker of emotion. Another half a year went by. By then, the entrance to that once-dark, dank basement had been transformed by my handiwork into something full of life. A breeze drifted through the hallway, setting the handmade wind chimes tinkling. I'd bought a few cheap potted plants and placed them along both sides of the steps. The entire first floor of that shabby old apartment building seemed to have come alive. My interactions with Isabella also became more frequent. She still put on that

“You think you can sever the bond with a blade? You can’t even harm yourself properly. I’m inside you, Lena. You’re mine now.” I could feel him inside me, crawling beneath my skin, digging into my very soul. It was like a thousand invisible hands were gripping my insides, twisting and pulling, squeezing tighter and tighter.

I pushed the glass inside her dripping pussy, a slow, inch-by-inch invasion that made her vision shatter. Her internal muscles clamped around the cold weight, trying to reject it, but I pushed harder until the base was flush against her skin. "There," I whispered, my hand sliding over her stomach, feeling the way she was vibrating from the inside out. "Now you’re full of something that won’t ever go away. Every time you move in that car today, you’re going to feel me inside you. Every time you look at Ruth, you’re going to remember the weight of this glass."

Writer's POV "Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Bolu reminded him, with her heart pounding with full force in her chest. She couldn't believe he just said he was inlove with her. And she didn't know why she she felt excited, relieved and disappointed all together.