Vocaloid Insanity Novels & Stories

he said and sighed. "You have touched me in a terrible place, James, and I cannot let it go. People are going to start going feral within twenty-four hours. If your family members lose their minds, know it is because of James Moon, who sold his fire to keep another man's woman and refused to stick to the rules of engagement. Blame it on his incompetence and weakness. Blame it on him. I have been kind, and he has taken my kindness and patience for granted. Tell him to return my wife, and I will absorb the people who lose their minds within the twenty-four hours. I am not a wicked man, I will give him his child once she gives birth, but he must return her without his mark on her neck. Tell him

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.

For language mismatch. Eden’s data profile had grown too large to stay in legacy formatting. Not because she asked for reclassification. Because her behaviors no longer fit in known categories. So the system generated a new one: :: ENTITY PATTERN CLASS – NONVERBAL STABILIZATION :: NAME: VALE, EDEN :: GRAMMAR FORMAT: SILENCE-DRIVEN :: COMMENT: USER BEHAVIOR UNMATCHED IN VOCAL FRAMEWORK. NEW DIRECTIVE SYNTAX REQUIRED. INITIATING: RHYTHM PARSING.

“I can feel there is something not quite right with you. So, I need you to tell me— is everything okay?” No, nothing is okay. I feel like I am going insane. But I can’t say all that, can I? It will only worsen things for the Kingdom. Sin would realize the reason I have been hearing voices is because of what Rome did —forcing me to walk through the door of the reborn— and then, he would wage war against the Lycan King, killing the people in his Kingdom all over again. After the war ends, he would have to resurrect them all, and in the process, harm himself once more.

“Fucking let go of me. You're a fucking sadist; you get joy upon seeing people in pain, you sick fuck.” “If I'm a sadist then you're a masochist to my sadism.” He said in a husky voice. Before I could utter another word, he smashed his lips on mine. I blinked a few times trying to register what just happened. I wanted to push him off so badly but I couldn't. I just melted into the kiss. The kiss was rough and dizzying. It lit thousands of fireworks within me. He grabbed the back of my head to deepen the kiss while I ruffled my hands in his silky black hair.

lime came up with, perhaps accidentally, an interesting way to communicate with Winston, as he thought - through songs. The most interesting thing is that the communication fully corresponds to the context of his questions to her, and sometimes she answered him in stories on i*******me not through songs, but with direct speech. In the winter of 2018, Winston thought he had another attack. But no symptoms were found by a private psychiatrist and a psychiatrist at a psychoneurological dispensary. Did she really answer his questions through songs? Winston thought and doubted. When asked by Winston via the song "tell me why", she told him that "for what you did". Winston didn't know what he had

“You’re mine, right?!” His eyes, dark and bright, glinted when they met mine. “Yes, I’m all yours, la mia anima (my soul). And you’re mine!” His voice was a gruff, low whisper, heavy with need. ... “Isabella…..hey, Isabella...wake up!!” I wanted to block out the intruder’s voice so that I could feel him and have him because I didn’t want anyone to interrupt our intimate moment. But the constant nudging frustrated me and I opened my eyes just to come face to face with Saira who was bent over me, watching me with sad but concerned eyes.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

~"Tsk Tsk So, finally you know about the past huh? But you are still far away from the real truth" The same Voice buzzed in Arika's head again as her legs got numbed. Arika clutched her head with both hands frustrated and madly cursed that voice. The owner of that voice was INSANE and Arika knew the familiar chillness of Insane's tone. It was the same as hers. "Who discovered INSANE first?", Arika asked as her eyes were closed and tears were running down her cheeks in pain but couldn't stop herself from asking one last question.