Pepper Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Mpundu looked at Erica suspiciously. “What is it?” She asked him. “We cannot go ahead with this.” “What?” “I came to tell you in your face.” “You are probably tired,” Erica tried to remove his jacket. “Don’t touch me,” he pushed her. “And why should i be tired, it’s only mid-morning?” “What’s going on?” She asked. “So they call you Jezebel?” He looked at her disgustedly. Erica didn’t say a word. “So according to the book, you’ve had several sexually transmitted diseases than fifty women combined,” Mr. Mpundu shook his head. “How do you live with yourself? You’re worse than the original Jezebel.”

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

They looked at me with a mix of fear and curiosity. "Assemble, everyone." I commanded. "The competition themes are set. We have three days to prepare for this competition. Listen carefully to my instructions." I stood by the wooden prep table. I looked at their faces. Silas looked skeptical. Martha looked terrified. Damien stood in the back. His eyes were cold. "For the unknown dish, we will make what I call peppered beef." I announced. "Our special ingredient will be the pepper." The room went silent. Silas and Martha exchanged looks of horror.

"What the fuck is this?" Richard glanced up, folding paper. "Easy, lad." Jake ignored him, scrolling furious, face twisting apoplectic. Dick pic filled his palm; he hurled the phone at the wall—crack of glass shattering on stone, shards skittering floor. "This wanker? 'Gonna eat you'? You're not fucking going near him, Delilah. No one touches you but family!" I gasped theatrical, eyes wide innocent. "Jake! That was expensive—"

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

“Apparently, she saw her husband and they had a terrible fight. She was almost arrested before police got her out the door. Then she went back to the warehouse. When she left the second time, she went to a bar and started drinking. God only knows what she’s going to do now.” Pepper shivered and Mikial hauled her into his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, she laid her head on his chest. “I can’t go back to living in fear,” she whispered. “I just can’t.” “You don’t have to,” Mikial assured her. “We’ll stop her.” Pepper shook her head. “You can’t stop crazy and that’s what she is. This has put her over the edge and she won’t stop until I’m dead.”

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 looks as though he’s having an out of body experience. His whole body stills and his dick softens inside me. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I push myself backward, propping myself up by my elbow, my suspicious and bewildered gaze on him. His remains still, his expression stoic, a certain kind of darkness creeping into his eyes. I gulp, subtly sliding his dick out of me, immediately wrapping my sore body up with the blood stained duvet. “The guy is insane. He probably has a personality disorder because one minute he was all over me and the next he fazed out and then blinked a few times and forgot who I was. He was even asking where he was and shit. He probably took some drugs.”

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.