Beautiful Madness Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.

Scaring the animals away, but the crows with those red blood shot eyes are somewhat making a sound that resembles a laughter, a delight and approval to Beatrice words and her dark insane mind. “Now, if I remember correctly. During this time, I this little chance that JK made. My little piece, my chess board’s other bishop should be in that very place.” She giggles once more and dances gracefully under the light of the bright full moon. While a little glitch is showing from time to time the reality of her original life. A background and the entire place that is covered with red and blood. “No time to even waste. Let us head there.” Her confidence draws and in a second where a snap can be hear

The fact that she was enjoying the music that Aanya found repulsive, made her wonder what kind of crazy roommate she had ended up with Madison's eyes, which were shut, flicked open and snapped her head to look at the uncomfortable-looking Aanya who didn't know whether she was meant to seat on her bed or stand. Madison stretched her hand across the bed and switched off the music that was produced by the stereo. Aanya exhaled deeply. She could finally breathe. Her mind was calmer, she could think properly, now that there wasn't any loud music ramming into her eardrum. She was about to sit on her bed when she realized that Madison was staring intently at her. Confusion overtook her thoughts ins

I keep running until suddenly, I look up at a bird and run straight into another person. “Oh my god!” the person exclaims. “Are you fucking insane?” I blink a few times and have to hide a smirk when my eyes meet a pair of angry, furrowed eyebrows belonging to Madison. Her long dark hair is caught in a messy bun, and her eyes are narrowed at me with an accusing light dancing within them. She is not wearing any make-up, but she is still very beautiful. “Fancy meeting you here,” I say and arch an eyebrow. “And yes, I’m a little bit insane.”

I clamp a hand over Madison’s mouth lest give away our plan. He laughs again. “Tú eres de Panama?” He says to Madison. “No wonder, beautiful and hot blooded. I like that!” He makes a sucking sound through his teeth. “Nonetheless, should the two of you try something stupid, this is how you can expect to find your hermoso hijo.” A couple of images come through. They are the most gruesome pictures of various bodies hanging from the bridges, mostly naked, tortured beyond recognition, one of them clearly a younger person. My blood boils and my head feels like it’s going to explode as I feel Madison go limp against me. She’s seen worse in the operating room, but the thought of our son in this cond

“Harassing another person’s bride in public isn’t appropriate, is it?” All eyes turned to the man behind me. Conrad stood in a bespoke wedding suit, tall and statuesque. His bright eyes scanned the lawn as he strode toward me with long, purposeful steps. From expression to posture, there was not a trace of the wild, unhinged madness he had shown before. For a moment, everyone was silent. “You lunatic! Why are you here instead of the mental hospital? You really think you can be Kendall’s husband?”

Her silver eyes, once cold and empty, now burned with madness and pain. Everything around her was a blur. The battlefield faded, the chaos drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. All she could see was Maxton — bleeding, broken, his body crumpling on the ground. His blood soaked into the earth beneath him, and the sight of it, the scent of it, drove her over the edge.

All of Damien's words continued to ring in her head, and she couldn't believe she had lost to that low-life. Screaming loudly, she walked to the mirror, staring manically at herself, "I'm better than her! I have class, that bitch doesn't! I’m more pretty, that bitch isn’t! What else do you fucking want?” Screaming, she punched the mirror, shattering the glass and the shards pierced her knuckles. With blood dripping from the wound, she stared at it and she closed her eyes as another image filled her head. Madison on the floor, neck slashed open as blood gushed out and… She would kill that bitch, and now she didn’t even need to think twice about it.

Asael palmed her face and kissed her tears away. “Ofcourse, I am…born crazy and….” He pushed his face closer to hers to look more deeply into her alluring emerald eyes where he believed his serenity resided. “My love is my madness….mi bella,” he husked against her lips before capturing them as his which made Ezrene immediately kiss him back while hugging him. How could she push him away now when she knew how much he had submitted to her? But only if she had tried to comprehend the meaning behind his words that….his love was his madness. She was his madness. A madness which knew no barriers of right and wrong, good and worst, moral and immorality because it was the most obscure form of obsess

Blondie is staring right at me, a nasty, knowing smirk curling his lips. My chest caves in. I spin around and sprint toward the darkest booth in the back. I slide into the leather seat, trying to make myself invisible. Trolling feels even worse offline. My hands shake so badly that I set the coffee down. Then, I pull my phone from my pocket, desperate for a distraction. Maybe one second of normalcy? But the first thing that pops up is a video Aida sends to me with a message beneath: "Watch this!" I click on play, and Amara Ross's face fills my screen.