Beautiful Madness Novels & Stories

She tries to move, only to realize she's restrained on a cross. Panic shines through. “Where am I? Why are you keeping me here?” I step away, dropping the bottle on the table. She bucks against her restraint, whimpering. “Hunter, stop this madness and let me go!” I look at her over my shoulder, “I'm not sure if you're aware, but my beast's name is Madness, and there's no way I can stop it.” Her brows furrow. There's an obvious tremble to her lips as she watches me.

I laughed at her imagination She walked towards me and grabbed my face, squinted her eye, trying to take in all my facial features. "By the way, how can you be so pretty?" She left my face, then trailed her fingers on my face and removed some strands covering my face. It made me cringe so bad that I want to kick her but I don't want to get on her bad side as it is. "Is it because of your eye?" She pointed her fingers to my eyes, her nails almost poking my iris. I held my breath for as long as I could and didn't move because if I did, I might go blind. "This woman is crazy." I thought

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

Everything was well documented. The video concluded with a chilling threat colored in red, “You have seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left.” She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked over a mug. The spilled contents made a mess out of the bed, but she was frozen with shock to care. As the first rays of morning light streamed through the curtains and into the bedroom, Anise was completely aghast by what she was seeing online. The tips of her fingers were trembling.

If looks could kill, Madam Dinero would have been reduced to ashes. Madam Dinero, fearless, ordered Dolores to lower her gaze. "Don't forget who you are glaring at, lower your ugly eyes." But Dolores didn't give a damn. She spat in Madam Dinero's face, the saliva landing on her right cheek. "You disgust me. I'm going to be the one to send you to hell, mark my words." Madam Dinero brushed off the insult with an annoying laugh. The maids she had brought with her joined in, their laughter echoing through the room.

The sound of his hands slapping onto his grey sweatpants had somehow made it all worse. And he had known it was annoying the shit out of me. The fucked-up amusement in his eyes had shown that perfectly well. I swear he was the definition of ADHD. Then, after ten minutes of him slapping his hands on his thighs, he was humming the fucking Barbie Girl song. On. Repeat. Or nonstop. Whatever. It was the same goddamn chorus over and over again. I'd tried putting headphones in, occupying myself with How I Met Your Mother, or listening to Bruno Mars, but somehow, he always managed to bring my attention back to him.

All of them genuinely wanted to help. In just two hits, the door was forced open. Cara was unconscious, and Hans was still haggling with Zoe. "1,500 dollars. I won't offer anything higher. Take it or leave it." Then, Hans was shocked when he saw me. But when he saw the people behind me, he couldn't help but shudder in fear. "Calm down, calm down. There must be a mistake here somewhere." Zoe was afraid too. She had never seen something like this. She kept on stumbling backward before she fell on the ground in the end.

They both were drowned in their discussion that they didn't notice anyone. She stiffened in her place when someone placed their hand on her waist but then that earthy woodsy scent reached her nose and her head whipped up with breakneck speed. Her eyes widened in absolute shock as she gaped at Hamza who was towering over her. His stubble had grown a little giving him such a rugged and dominating look but that wasn't it. His eyes. They were the darkest shade of obsidian and his pupil appeared so small that made his irises wild with a craze. He looked mad.

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

Seeing her infront of him was like watching one of those silly horror movies where the dead man wakes up in slow motion and talks. On his way to New York he kept on recalling Kimberly's words, he had flown all the way here on a hunch not that he believed his sister or anything. He wanted to put an end to Kim's madness,only it wasn't madness. Mikaella was actually alive, breathing. What about the churned body from the accident?