Anime Madman Novels & Stories

but suddenly it crashed out of my mouth, “Fuck man! fuck this shit!” The guy paused and his face became redder. “Did you just say fuck man?” Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead and neck, I lost my cool and involuntarily bursted into rounds of derisive laughter. “Stop laughing!! you moron” The guy bellowed angrily. “I’m not moron, I'm stiles” Fuck! fuck! stop replying, I said mentally and covered my mouth with my fingers so that words wouldn't crash out of my mouth again. It was as if anytime I think of something negative, it crashes out of my mouth.

“ …..You sure are an interesting type Antonio . “ said Damian getting you from his seat and walking around the table as he leaned on the table in front . “ Interesting type ?… “ said Antonio confused as he stood in front of Damian . “ You are kindhearted , polite , cute looking . “ said Damian then Antonio sighed . “ Can you please not call me cute ? I am a man after all . Being called cute is…..weird . “ said “ Weird ?…..Hmmm……then , how should I call a man whose house is filled with Mickey Mouse pyjamas , eye folder , and other cartoon toys like One Piece and Naruto…….If I am not mistaken , I even saw some figurines of Sailor Moon and other strong female leads of other cartoons . “ said Da

Ten minutes will determinate the future of this war and this continent,ten minutes will determinate who is the strongest creature. AHMET in his thunder form jumped toward ADAM to attack him but he was like he vanished then he appeared in the other side and another wound is opened in the face of ADAM. No one saw what happened his speed is more than the eyes can track. AHMET continue attacking without giving a break , every time he pass from side to side a wound is opened in ADAM's body ,at the end of the first minute ADAM's body is already full of wounds, maybe it's a small ones but so many of small wounds can become dangerous.

When a lone message pops up on my whatsapp screen i am too into cool fm's honey's night cafe to notice (That lady sounds like an angel and a greek siren, all wrapped up in one. Then i see it. A text from an unsaved number with an anime character with blue hair and round eyes as its profile picture. One word. One word that changes everything i have known. It says: Hey. I roll over and type: Hey you. Then i hit the send button. Aye warrior. Aye, i know the man. He has arms the width of an ox's neck and strength to rival that of a python breaking prey. He has the courage of lightning—a fearless will to walk all paths, and the ferocity of a leopard. He is like Amadioha, on a rainy night.

We both may be crazy. Entering into the small coffee shop, we take a seat and give the waitress our orders. The man doesn’t speak until our orders arrive. “So,” I say when the waitress leaves. The man grins, chuckling softly. “Well I see you’re not one for chit chat,” he says, amusement again on his face. “Good news is you’re not insane. The bad news is all that you think is a hallucination isn’t. It did happen. Last night you did see your body contort into something else until you blacked out from the trauma, pain, and the beast taking over.”

Seeing that Nathan was silent, expressing disagreement with his actions, Amada boldly offered a convincing word: "I'm almost done, just a little while. So..." Amada timidly looked at Nathan. She was originally someone who didn't like to give up halfway. Amada is also a very responsible person. Above all, It's really annoying for people when they can't get the job done.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

"You only think of looking for me now, it seems that I am not very powerful in your mind." "On the contrary, you're too powerful in my mind, that's why I'm afraid to look for you." His light green eyes sparkled, "So now you think I'm not so powerful that you dare to look for me?" "Stop teasing me, you should know my situation, I'm desperate." "Hahahahaha-" Madman suddenly laughed and put down his book, "I love to see people at the end of their rope." I sighed helplessly, this Madman is really hard to communicate, temperamental, thinking not at all like a normal person.

The Mishra household was still asleep. The clock read 5:58 AM. Birds hadn’t started chirping. Chai wasn’t brewing. Even the milkman hadn’t arrived. But one creature stirred in the shadows — her anklets muted with socks, her eyes wild with purpose, her breath steady. Timtim Mishra, certified drama queen, full-time prankster, and now part-time vigilante of lost balcony dreams, stood near the base of the stairs… holding a Bluetooth speaker and wearing the smirk of a girl with absolutely no regrets.

Danny tried to keep her voice calm. “Oh, we want money. Lots of money.” He said and smiled creepily. My tears were falling out from my eyes but no voice would come out from my mouth. “And your family can give me that.” “Boss, I have already contacted their family.” Someone went inside the scary room. “That’s good!” he smiled again and looked at the guy. “But there is a problem, boss.” “Huh? What is it?” “They will only give us 1 million.” “What?! No! 1 million for each one of these stupid idiots! Tell them that they can’t save these two woman for 1 million!”