Taco Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

The coke was drenching my clothes and they were now stuck to my body completely. When they stopped pouring the coke someone punched me and my lip busted. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I tried to stop them but nothing worked. "Stop." I whispered but I know they didn't even heard it. I gasped when all of them started kicking me. I asked them to stop many time why they were monsters who let their dark side and ego take over their minds.

Torre soro soke. Someone will not kill me. Torre are you f**king in Bianca in your mind. Imagine. Madness 😱🙄🤐. Like and comments guys. Long episode tommorow.

Tiana questioned. “Members of the cartel working in diverse sections of the country to consolidate the strength of the cartel.” Emmaline explained. “What if I say you’re officially dumb!” Tiana exclaimed, laughing. “What if he is a werewolf?” She blurted out and Tiana’s laughter died in her throat as Rico’s body spasmed into violent coughs. “Oh sorry…” Emmaline said absently,“Are you okay?” She demanded when he continued coughing. “Maybe you should have some water.” Tiana suggested anxiously.

“Is that a byproduct of mana-poisoning or simple cellular death under extreme gravitational load?” “Bit of both,” Austin laughed, tearing into another rib. “It tastes like copper and regret.” I pushed my plate of roasted turkey away, a wave of profound irritation washing over me. 'These people are absolute sociopaths,' I thought, rubbing the bridge of my nose where a headache was beginning to blossom. 'I write about dark, unhinged characters for a living, but listening to the logistics of elective torture over lunch is a different level of administrative madness.' “Can we have one conversation that doesn't involve internal hemorrhaging?” I snapped, my voice cutting through Austin’s laughter

The fluorescent lights of the hallway were humming a low, jagged tune that seemed to vibrate directly against my skull, a headache blooming behind my eyes as I fought to keep my gaze fixed firmly on the scuffed linoleum beneath my sneakers. My locker was a metal tomb of failed tests and forgotten assignments, but today it had been turned into a display case for someone’s pathetic attempt at humor. The cartoon was taped right at eye level, a charcoal-smudged caricature of my body that exaggerated every curve until it was nothing more than a punchline, the lines thick and unkind. I peeled it off with fingers that had gone numb, the paper tearing in my grip, and I could still hear the echo of t

He scoffed. "Well, it's hideous, and you're not?" My brows lifted. "And so?" His own brows furrowed. "So what's the fucking point Annalise?" My shoulder twitched. I hated those tics around him. "Will you…" A tic interrupted me. My neck started to twitch. "Mac and cheese," I said after an involuntary whistle. Laughter lines marred his face. I could tell he was holding back. "Cheese burger," the tics continued.

“Jack, I’m fucking going mad!” “Control it baby yet,” I was lifted off the desk, my bum cheeks gripped, my hands thrown around his neck as he eased back and smashed into me, delirium was a potent drug and I was reeling quicker than my brain could handle. He was driving deep into me, and fast with laboured breaths. How long was he going to craze me?

Testosterone bombs and death glares flying like grenades. Dante walks too close. I can feel the heat radiating off him like he’s trying to cook me. His massive hand is glued to the small of my back like he’s afraid someone might snatch me off aisle three like a fucking bottle of Chianti. And people do look. A tall, tanned dude with a man bun—Italian, obviously—brushes past me to grab canned tomatoes normally. Except not to the amnesiac lycanthropic death machine pressed up against me.

"We agreed we would stop deceiving ourselves." I put distance between us, but he's still looking at me like I'm something precious he thought he'd lost forever. "Andrew, when are you going to let me go?" His expression changes, becomes harder, more dangerous. "Why don't you twist a knife in my chest and find out?" The threat in his voice makes me shiver, but I force myself to glare back at him. "Stop being childish. I'm serious." "So am I." He walks over to the bar and pours champagne into two glasses. His movements are controlled, precise, but I can see the tension in his shoulders.

A death trance. After what felt like an eternity, she stopped trying to kill herself and staggered a few feet away from me with a satisfied look on her face and a demented look still lingering in her eyes. “Why would—!” Just as I was about to question her sanity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced at the sound and was about telling her to shut the fuck up when the dungeon doors burst open and Sawyer along with 4 guards burst in. Yes! Now they can drag this crazy bitch out of here.