The Insanity Game Novels & Stories

The stench of her blood assaults my senses with every deep inhale I suck in, trying to regain my composure. I feel helpless waiting, doing nothing but breaking down in a cell over things I can’t change, but they sure as shit seem to be changing me. There is no way out until Anna or Onyx show up, and I have to struggle with my inner demons to remind myself that they will. So in the meantime, I need to use the skills I have and put my brain to good use. But having brains can only get me so far, but can I really out smart crazy? It seems near futile, fighting insanity with logic. So maybe it’s time I tap into my ‘rotten’ side a little. It’s clearly in my blood…

I yelled before jumping off of my bed and walking to his bedroom. My brother is Igor Huessef Mafianni, and he's 22 years old. He is the heir to the business that my father founded. Still, despite his endearing personality and generosity, he is completely insane. Even though he makes it look like he does not dislike my father, he acts as though he does. Because of that, neither he nor I give a crap about him, even when I curse him and his sentiments. Igor is the best, and he is always there for me.

“What game are you playing?” “No games.” Because I’m sick to death of games. I’m sick of pretending not to want what my soul needs. I stand straight, turning to her, and now there’s no missing my erection. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. “We both know what you were doing in here. And you were moaning my name while you did it.” “You’re crazy,” she whispers, shaking. “This is wrong.”

"Of course. It's called Escape From the Asylum." There was a slight glint in Summer's eyes. Yes, the next game she was developing was called Escape From the Asylum—that asylum that she was trapped and tormented in for three years. Henry frowned. "An asylum? It sounds even scarier than After School." "I'm quite confident in this team," Luke said. "Are they only going to make such games?" Henry asked. "I haven't asked them for the specifics. I'll discuss it in detail when we meet," Luke replied.

But sadly, my strong imaginative ability wasn't a FBI agent on sabbatical leave after solving the big case that took down the biggest drug lord in Alabama. Osmosis was also on the left, and he has been sleeping since we started, he would sleep, sitting up straight, his head would fall to the shoulders of a girl, Ini sitting close to him. The girl had clearly suffered, she would lift his head, only for him to regain composure and in few minutes, fall back again. I turned away to Kingsley, Leonard and Sokei playing "Mini Militia", a multiplayer shooter game, they all connected in. "Guy, no dey do this kind thing naah, I was just appearing and you have shot me already", one of them shouted in P

“I need to know.” “There is only one rule,” said Isioma, who looked somewhat drunk right where she sat. “Just one rule, baby girl.” Idara raised an eyebrow. “Which is?” “No darn rule!” Isioma guffawed, sipping from a chilled bottle of Heineken. “It's a pure game. Raw. Wild. Nasty. No long talk. You in or you out?” Idara noticed that all eyes were on her. If she said no, then the others would probably take her for a weakling and a killjoy, so she said, “Okay. This sounds fun. I'm totally in.”

"What about the girl who got burned?" " We believe that she knew something important about these strange deaths." said the Sheriff. "I thought that the burned girl was a different case. This is quite shocking. The killer is now targeting few people." "We would like to know what happened here," said Agent Wilson. "Yesterday one of the ward nurses behaved strangely. A psychiatrist of our hospital recognized that she was hypnotised." "So did somebody made her steal blood from the blood bank?" asked the Sheriff. "No." The sheriff and the agent looked at each other confused.

D asked me excitedly. Huffing out I asked, "what game?" "It's called you drink, I drink. I take a shot then you take a shot till one of us passes out." "What?" This girl here is insane. No wonder Amy is crazy, she is surrounded by insane friends. "You need to get out now. I don't want to manhandle a girl." I told her my frustration kicking in. I'm this close to throwing her out of the house myself. "Do you think he is angry?" Amy whisper asked D.

"You're just a pawn in a much larger game. And soon, you'll be nothing but a memory." Emma's eyes flashed with anger and fear. "What do you mean?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Who am I, if not who I think I am?" The man chuckled again, the sound sending shivers down Emma's spine. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But first, let's explore the room." The man took another step closer, the knife glinting in the light. Emma's eyes darted around the room, searching for any possible way to escape or defend herself. She spotted a small table in the corner, a vase on it that could potentially be used as a weapon.

, Insane said and her eyes were glossy and appeared painful. "But I don't", Zane spoke straightly and Insane chuckled sadly. "You don't love me?", Insane asked while her eyes were intensely gazing at Zane. "Yes", Zane crossed his arms as he glared at her. "You don't love Us?", Insane's eyes turned more Obsessive as it was changed, completely INSANE. "What?", Hearing the word 'US' confused him as he questioned her. Insane laughed loudly as tears spilled to the corner of her eyes as she questioned him, "You don't love ARIKA?"