Test Tube Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Cole helplessly shook his head and said, "The letter was just part of the reality show. Natalie was the one who came up with the idea. She wanted to test whether you could survive on love alone. Looks like it was quite effective." I had been electrocuted countless times, to the point that I didn't have a single patch of skin that was unscathed. I had swallowed thousands of antidepressant pills in the dark and sunless ward that I had been trapped in. The child I had been carrying had been deformed due to a medical experiment and was stillborn. The only thing that had kept me going was Cole's letter. However, it had turned out to be nothing more than a prop for the reality show.

Anaya ignored her, turned to Derren, and made a gesture with her left hand, telling them to begin the wrecking of the lab. “No, please! This is my life's work; you can't do this…” Elizabeth yelled as Derren and his wolves rushed past her. They broke all the test tubes and containers containing the chemicals Elizabeth was working on. They pushed aside the workers, tore up every piece of paper, and broke apart every piece of glassware in the lab until there was nothing left. Elizabeth just knelt on the ground quietly, tears seeping from her eyes as the sound of her life crumbling down to the ground rang in her ears.

Professor held a vial containing the completed chemical, carefully cradling it in his hands. Drawing closer to where Anita's lifeless body lay, Professor motioned for us to observe. With a delicate touch, he sprinkled the chemical onto her form, and to our astonishment, Anita's corpse began to vibrate. Her eyes fluttered open, sending a shiver down our spines. Fear gripped our hearts as we questioned whether the chemical had awakened her. However, Professor reassured us, explaining that this was merely a temporary effect.

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h

Hurried footsteps came down a corridor, a large black hand grabbed the door handle and entered the room. -Sir, we are ready to perform the first test- he said. A sardonic smile appears on Iscaotimo's lips- he murmured as he stood up and followed the exterminator to a physical testing laboratory. Arriving there, he saw Lucas naked on a metal brand, tied by the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, wrists, biceps, chest, throat and head with gorssasas leather straps with steel and silver overlaps. Around them, all the necessary equipment for tests, among them: syringes, scalpels, knives, bottles with all possible coloured liquids and first-line machinery.

West stared at it, trying to convince himself that it wasn't unnatural for test-tubes full of heroin, morphine and codeine to be there in his brother's room - he was a Chemistry major, after all. But how does one convince their instinct? -

Fear—shared, but not dominant. “What’s the test?” I asked Cassius. Cassius hesitated. That was new. “A resonance scan,” he said finally. “Non-invasive. The Sanctuary will do most of the work.” Sébastien murmured, “I love when haunted architecture gets involved in reproductive speculation.” “Shut up,” Lucien and I said at the same time. Cassius ignored him anyway. I swallowed. “Do it,” I said. The crystal beneath my feet warmed.

“Relax, darling. We’ll see who wins.” Meanwhile, Ishtiyaq paced his own office, hands running through his hair as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He had been calm at first, but the mention of Timtim’s vulnerability—her sickness, her innocence—had rattled him more than he wanted to admit. He remembered her delicate features, the way her hair had fallen across her feverish face when Sana had mentioned her condition. That single image haunted him, twisting his thoughts.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

They went in on every detail of the dark shit she'd done, and I was sure that by the end of it, no one was going to like this girl. She was babbling, no doubt from the after-effects of Mengele's little drug. I've seen people under the influence of truth serum before; this ain't it. No doubt the mad scientist had tweaked it somehow because this girl was a wreck. She tried getting out of the chair three times, but each time she fell back as if held by chains. There weren't any.