Inside Out Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Matthew! This is all because of you! I'll never forgive you, you lunatic!" Later, I saw Serena again in prison. She was thin and unrecognizable, screaming at me and even trying to slam into the reinforced glass. I looked at her calmly from the other side of the glass, feeling she was beyond redemption. "Serena, just stop. You did this to yourself." With that, I could not be bothered with her anymore and turned to leave. "Don't go! You can't leave! Come back!" I was unfazed by her hoarse screams. At last, everything truly came to an end.

It was a relationship to be inhabited. Don said, on the way out, his voice quiet, almost reluctant to break the silence that had held them inside: "The building will take time to write. The notebook that was not used inside will be used extensively outside. The inside account cannot be written inside. The inside account can only be written after, from the distance of memory, when the being-inside has become a thing that can be examined." "The writing is the second inside," Ernest said. "Not the same as the first. But the necessary form of the inside for the person who writes. The first inside is the experience. The second inside is the examination of the experience. Both are inside. They are

Kail took the risk and went on in a cool horrendous voice, "You are a brilliant individual, so I'm certain you comprehend what I mean, isn't that so? Quit professing to be a casualty here and irritate me. Quit slowing down my life. Try not to go too far. Very much like you said, I am a creature and I won't ever change." Sneering at her, Kail inclined forward and murmured into her ear, "Don't awaken the monster inside me. Presently on the off chance that you have nothing else to say, kindly leave my room." Outside the entryway, Ingrid covered out of frustration and disgrace. She gripped her clench hands and mumbled, "Kail… That filthy charlatan… "

When she heard the door she brought her eye to the peephole of the door and saw that it was a man who seemed to be very upset and while waiting at the door this man said: - How long will I have to wait for this guy to pay, if they don't pay today I'll kick them out on the street! Charlotte when she heard this her face changed and her skin tone was very white, but when she heard this she became so pale that it seemed that she was going to disappear because of how white she looked, she dropped the suitcase on the floor without making noise and sat on it waiting for him to leave.

"Imagine being a girl called whenever he wants, but never being made anything official." I looked down at my tea cup, unsure of what to feel. Why did my chest feel like it was being squeezed upon hearing that story? I had no right to feel this way. Connor was nothing to me. He was just coincidentally my roommate, coincidentally the person who had entered my body that night because of a drunken mistake. And, the very person I hated! Nothing more than that. "Alana?" Seviah waved her hand in front of my face. "Why are you zoning out?"

We’re two sharks swimming in the same tank, agreeing not to eat each other so we can eat everyone else. And as he pushes me onto the bed and crawls over me, his eyes dark with intent, I realize that this, this truce, this partnership, this violent, consuming lust, is enough for now. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. The storm outside finally breaks. Rain lashes against the glass doors. Thunder rattles the windowpanes. But inside, the fire is just getting started.

I would expose her for the whore she truly was, and once the Sinclair family finally turned against her, I would step in as the perfect replacement. The relationship between the Delucas and the Sinclairs had already been damaged because of Scarlett, and eventually they would need someone else to bridge that gap. I wouldn’t mind being that person. Because once I entered the Sinclair family, I would consume them from the inside out. Unlike Scarlett, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to waste the opportunity. “But if I want to get in, I need to make sure this is the last time I ever get kicked out,” I muttered as I ignited my car and sped off.

' She scolded her heart. 'He says he likes me? Bullsh*t, first he refuses to listen to you, then he confesses his feelings for someone else, then he kisses you and confesses he has feelings for you? Does that even make sense?' Ivana mentally scolded herself. 'And you kissed him back, you idiot!' Her subconscious self snarled at her. "Oh damn!" They both yelled out. ***

--- Sidestory: Travis’s POV My sister came back with a different soul inside her body. But that didn’t matter. She liked the food I cooked. She liked standing by my side, talking nonstop about everything and nothing. She was loud. So loud. But little by little, she filled every inch of my life. No, she became my entire life. Her eyes lit up when she talked, and for the first time, my world wasn’t made up of nothing but work and study. She walked around the house in thin camisole dresses, oblivious to what she was doing to me.

I tried to calm myself, trying to think of another way out of this mess. ‘I don’t understand,’ my wolf took the opportunity to speak. ‘Why are you rejecting Damian this harshly?’ ‘You weren’t present at the time, so of course you wouldn’t know. But I truly hated Daniel Fenrison—I hated the kind of man he was. And I’m sure Damian is no different from his father. I can’t marry a man like that.’ My wolf went quiet after that, choosing not to argue. I walked farther away from Grandpa Andreas’s room. I needed to get out of the Moonveil estate—at least for a little while. I couldn’t breathe properly staying in that house any longer.