Inanimate Insanity Scratch Novels & Stories

King Lucien hates her more than anything in the world, because she is the daughter of the King who killed his family and enslaved him, and his people.He made her his slave. He owns her, and he will pay her back in spades, everything her father did to him. And her father did a lot. Scarred him into being the powerful but damaged monster King he is.A King who battles insanity every single day.A King who hates—LOATHES—to be touched.A King who hasn't slept well in the past fifteen years.A King who can't produce an heir to his throne.Oh, will he make her pay.But then again, Princess Danika is nothing like her father. She is different from him. Too different.And when he set out to make her pay, he was bound to find out just how different she is from her father.*********A love that rose from deep-rooted hatred. What exactly does fate have in-store for these two?Aree you as interested in this ride as I am!?Then, fasten up your seatbelts. We're going on a bumpy ride!

5 hours 5 hours was all it took for Mia to lose everything; her money, luggage and her old life. When Mia left her small town in Texas to New York City to pursue her dreams of being a writer, what she didn’t expect was to be scammed, tricked and to stumble upon a dangerous scene that puts her life on the line. Everyone in and out of the state knew who Aaron Lombardi was. Being the youngest billionaire with a thriving business was the reputation he built from scratch and was determined to keep. So when threats start coming in and his only clue is a red haired girl with a bit of an accent, he is determined to find the truth through any means possible.

Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me. My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead. While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar. When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face. He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body. I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.

When the earthquake hit, I found myself buried under the rubble, barely clinging to life. My wife, Meghan Hudson, charges into the collapsing office building without hesitation. However, the person she rescues is Gerald Parker, the new technical specialist at my company. Even as she hurries away with the rescue team, she doesn't spare me a single glance. Severely crushed and bleeding heavily, I'm rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Yet, Meghan pours all her care and attention into Gerald, who barely has a scratch on him. In the end, I'm completely disheartened and pull out the divorce papers. Meghan goes berserk and tears them to shreds, thinking I'll give in like I always did. What she doesn't know is that this time, I'm truly exhausted.

"Mr. Hamilton, do you have something long and hard? Can I borrow it?" On a spring outing with my daughter, Maddison Hamilton, her best friend, Braelynn Hudson, suddenly asked me that question with a blush. She sat facing me on the grass, her legs spread wide. "The bugs in the grass must've crawled into my skirt. It's driving me crazy... Mr. Hamilton, do you have a stick? Can you scratch it for me?" Looking at her alluring body and snow-white legs, I felt the heat boiling within me. Taking advantage of Maddison's inattention, I quickly pulled down my pants. "What's so comfortable about a stick? I have something better here."

“Where’s that bastard?” My eyes snapped toward the woman storming into the room like a hurricane. “I couldn’t stop her, Mr. Darian!” I waved the guy away and studied the woman whose hair looked like it had gone through war, clearly fighting her way up here. My brothers looked just as entertained as I did confused. “Which bastard?” “My bastard of a husband! Where is Darian Freeman?” My brothers burst out laughing like they’d just witnessed the world’s finest comedy show. I, however, failed to see the joke. She smoothed her wild hair, fixing those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers down his throat,” she said, waving the papers in my face. “There must be a mistake,” I said, still trying to piece this insanity together. “Oh stop feeding me fairy tales! Where is that son of a bitch?” “Are you insane? There’s clearly a mistake here! I am Darian Freeman and I am one hundred percent sure I am not your husband!”

After almost losing her self respect and license to the one man that she had ever loved. Lisa picks up the remaining pieces of herself and rebuilds her empire from scratch, owning a dark reputation of hating men in the courtrooms. But six years isn't enough to forget this man or is it? So what happens when her ex but not-so-forgotten lover, Erin, shows up at her house engaged to her mother, while still carrying that look that threatens to throw all her morals out the door. Will Lisa let him in to ruin her again or will she destroy him before he does the same to her mother? On some days, he's her stepfather and most days, he's the sin she can't stay away from.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

My daughter, Tina, locked herself in her room, crying so hard her body shook. I pried the door open and saw that she was clutching a test paper that was torn to shreds and pieced back together. It was a math Olympiad selection test. She should have gotten a perfect score, but was given a score of zero instead. "Mom," she sobbed, "the teacher said 3x5 is not equal to 5x3; that it's taking shortcuts. She tore my paper up in front of everyone, revoked my eligibility for the competition, and told the whole class not to talk to me…" I looked at the deep red scratch marks on my daughter's wrist and immediately picked up the phone to call the principal. "What good does it do for your school's reputation to drive a kid who loves math to their breaking point?"

"I bite and scratch," I warn him. His lips stretch into a cruel, sadistic smile. He is taunting me now, taking two bold steps forward with each tentative one I take back. "You'll crawl and beg too." ••• Seren Williams is running from a dark past shrouded in an enigma of haunting memories and nightmares. She doesn't plan to get caught in a portal which leads her straight to hell's doorstep, just as much as she doesn't plan on winding up in the bed of the very reaper tasked with keeping her captive. And she certainly doesn't plan her desire to be dominated and corrupted by said reaper in the most sinful ways, despite hating his crudity and domineering nature. But she does. And all of a sudden, her life begins to unfold as a tapestry of dark secrets. Will she survive the storm? *MATURE CONTENT*