Object Shows Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

I suddenly realized Adrian had probably known everything about me long before Victor ever approached me. Every weakness. Every debt. Every vulnerability. I stepped away from the desk breathing harder now. “This isn’t marriage.” Mrs. Laurent remained quiet. “This is obsession.” Her expression shifted slightly then. Not agreement exactly but not disagreement either. That scared me. I placed my hand on a monitor and a sudden static sound crackled through the room unexpectedly making me jump slightly as the old monitor flickered brightly then turned on. The screen displayed grainy footage immediately. A woman appeared on it. She had dark hair, pale skin and terrified eyes. She looked directly at

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

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

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

She circled his hands around her neck as she stood up. He wrapped her arms around her and hugged her, letting her cry on his shoulder. To him, she had began to seem like a depression patient now. Sudden outbursts. Frequent nightmares recalling her past. And emotionally numb. All she had was fear. Last night, when he came at home and came closer to her, she fainted. The next morning she was profusely apologizing while crying to him. Currently, Sheharzaad was in her room again. Laying and doing nothing. Thinking about what the maids were whispering about her today, calling her psychotic. The lifelessness was evident in her eyes.

- Is possession by jinn real or imaginary? - Malik wakes up to find himself lying in the kitchen. He remains lying there, talking to himself: Is what happened real? It must be real. There's a hidden force that's been haunting me, even when I was at the cinema, and now it's happening again. Malik's eyes redden, and he fills with anger. He shakes off his fear, kills his cowardice, and casts aside his dread. He stands, feeling strength coursing through his body. He walks slowly to the bathroom, opens the door, and enters. He turns on the light, wipes the dust from the mirror, and looks in. He sees the animal's claw marks on his face: three claws on his right cheek and three on his left. Blood t

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

Selene never told me that werewolves could move objects. I gulped loudly. I had their attention already, and it was time to make them see what would shock them. Alpha Kellan let go of my hand, but I held on to them again. “What should we watch?” Beta Tobias asked. He must have gotten fed up with waiting for me to speak. “Look at that object on the table,” I ordered. I didn’t say it in a bossy tone. I fixated my gaze on it, just like I did the other time. It was a mini basket, and in it were plastic fruits. Minutes ago, I had watched it move not once, not twice, but three times.

He’d been down here slumming it for who knows how long, and now his sanity was being questioned. “Are you all crazy? Can’t you see... I mean, it’s obvious...” He didn’t want to say something that would make him look as insane as he felt. His eyes were darting around, looking for something. A face who would see reason? He returned his maddened gaze to Marv, leaning forward.