Pepper Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

“Tch, so you really believe I would? Why would I? I am not dumb like you” Smirking, she was surprised when Kianna had her way to her side. And for some reason, even with her swollen cheeks that make her unable to see clearly, she could say that the very fact that Kianna is having right now is something she hated to see. ‘This girl… does she think I am going to be afraid of her? Like hell I would!’ “You should give up now, Kianna. You can do nothing- hhmp” Something then went inside her mouth. And eyes widening, it was but a pure pepper. The red and small one. Minced, all the spiciness was present and it was burning her throat. She did like something spicy… but this much is out of her league.

Her smile deepened, showing perfect teeth to him, making his heart jump uncontrollably. "Because I AM INSANE", Arika answered his unspoken question. Tanay was confused. "And this INSANE loves only our ZANE Daniel Miller", Height of Insane's Obsessiveness could only Zane know, not even anyone who witnessed her madness. "What?", Tanay watched her laughing crazily while looking at him 'She was not Arika? But INSANE?' Tanay's head thumped as his running thoughts caused the headache. "You are trapped in our set of plans", Insane spoke while laughing at his expressions

I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?” “We can see it,” said Edward through the speaking app on the other tablet. Amy breathed deep, looking for the best way to explain it to me. “If you could see the parasites, you would notice one of them seems to start like, pounding, and Price snaps and behaves like an arrogant bully. Then another parasite does it and he loses it over his meds, and so on.” “No self left,” said Ann with my phone app. Joseph was finally done typing and hit the TTS icon. “He’s been under their influence for so long, there’s nothing left of his personality. He’s but what the parasites want him

She scanned through his body from head to toe and goosebumps run through her body when she saw his manhood She gets that he's a man but is it supposed to be this long and big? It's scary! "Wait why is he naked in front of me? Is he trying to... Do something scary?" She thought and immediately began trembling "I asked you-" "Don't touch me, pervert!!" She shouted and threw the tray of food at him The hot pepperish sauce landed on Viper's d*ck and his eyes widened like never before. "Fuuuccckkk!!!" ✮•✮•✮•✮

“Call me a monster again. I am a monster. I am the monster who will burn the world down for the man I love. While you rot in here for stealing cars or selling pussy, I will find a way out. And when I do… Cecilia Bright will finally die. Slowly. Painfully. Begging. And Adrian will finally be mine.” She shoved the woman back against the bunk with contempt and stepped away, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off dirt. The skinny inmate on the top bunk whispered to her neighbor, voice trembling slightly, “She’s actually insane… like, serial killer insane.” Isabel heard it. She turned and smiled sweetly at the woman.

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

The negative thoughts corrupted my mind- “Who the fuck is this?” A voice. A calm, anonymous voice filtered through some distorter. “Your wife is safe, Mr. Salvatore. But you need to stop looking for her. Now.” The line went dead.

" With that, she played the very video that had sealed my fate in my previous life. In the footage, I was in a heated argument with Pierre, who was wearing a hospital gown. Both of our faces were flushed with anger. At the end of the video, the line "Why aren't you dead yet?" echoed hollowly down the empty corridor.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

What the fuck? And what's worse is, he doesn't even have to explain what he meant with suffering because I have a first-class seat to his wild, inappropriate thinking that's harbouring his mind. That dirty, freaky mind. "Where is that fucking appetiser," I mutter under my breath, becoming very impatient because food seems to be the only thing that can shut him up, make his mouth busy. Tame this improper man that has no regards when it comes to sharing whatever's on his mind, be it indecent ones or the opposite.