Taco Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

ARI’s POV The apartment was silent except for the occasional creak of wood or the faint hum of the fridge. After the day I had, all I wanted was peace. Yet, my mind was a storm. Cross. The mafia don. The man I’d kissed. The man I had trusted—even for a moment.

My heart pounded heavily and I gulped the whole bottle of water in the blink of an eye trying to calm myself down as I felt slightly light headed. Out of nowhere, a taco appeared in front of my eye, and I did what every sane person in my place at this moment would do. I freaking snatched the taco like a madwoman and inhaled it in seconds. I WANT MORE. Looking up at Hunter who now sat in front of me I ran my tongue over my teeth where a piece of taco stuck and wasn't getting out. Hunter sat there holding up his jaw with his hand staring at me, like a creep, softly, his hair falling in front of his face covering his eyes a little. He looked cute, and delicious. Even more delicious than a taco.

I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Doctor. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the tile floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

He hasn’t moved a muscle, but the air between us feels charged, electric with a sudden, terrifying current. “Insanity is often just a different perspective,” Marcus says, his voice low and smooth: A flush rises up my neck, burning hot against my skin. I look away, staring down at my hands clenched in my lap. The idea is absurd. It’s dangerous. It’s the kind of thing that destroys marriages and ends friendships.

Their food was waiting on the table and they instantly dived in groaning and moaning at the taste of tacos and how good the meat and seasonings were. " Oh, My god! I Am going to get a foodgasm right now." Beatrix squealed, filling her mouth with another bite of the taco. " Careful with the word, Bea! I might give you a real orgasm again." She choked on her food at his words and the way he was smirking at her and playing with his eyebrows teasing her. " Stop! Let me eat peacefully, Ric!" She playfully punched him on the shoulder before going back to the food and enjoying every bit of it.

"But you know I'm right." The taco vendor handed us our food, and we found a nearby bench to sit on. The night air had cooled, sobering me slightly as I bit into my taco; the spicy salsa made my eyes water. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is exactly what I needed." "Better than sex with your CEO boyfriend?" Emilia wiggled her eyebrows. I nearly choked. "Emilia!" "What? I'm just asking a question." She took another bite of her taco, sauce dripping down her chin. "For science."

"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.

Rico’s body went completely still. He stared at Marco like the man had suddenly grown two heads. And maybe a horn sticking out of his forehead too. It was like the mighty Marco Bellini had finally stopped fighting the madness inside his head and fully embraced it. The man had gone insane. That was the only logical explanation for the nonsense Rico had just heard. For a few seconds, Rico waited, thinking Marco would laugh it off and yell about how he was only joking. But then he looked into his eyes and saw that Marco meant every word.

“You didn’t shift, but the amount of calories we burned last night was unreal. God, Keyah. I don’t even burn those many calories after lifting weights for an hour straight.” Her cheeks went pink. They had done some crazy, borderline illegal stuff. “I am hungry,” she countered. “I just choose to savor every bite.” She didn’t know what came over her as she slowly unwrapped her taco, then dipped her finger inside the shell to coat it with some of the sauces oozing out of it. Her gaze was fixed on Aaron as she licked her finger slowly. Why are you doing this? The voice of sanity screamed. She was teasing him, knowing full well it wasn’t the way to go if she wanted to maintain her distance from A

God, I hear it how. I sound stupid, and I'm insane for wanting Sasha to need me for everything. I'm thinking I need to put myself in a time-out when Alessandra yelps, moving from her seat to straddling me in less than five seconds. For a moment I'm confused until I see the screen, another man, one who survived too many attempts earlier on in the movie is being eaten by a decaying corpse. Alessandra coddles me, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. “Alessandra—”