Beautiful Madness Novels & Stories

My body is erect, my mind chained to her memory, and in the chaos of this madness, only one certainty inhabits me, terrifying and exhilarating. I am lost.

I threw the picture in my hand and stepped onto it while glaring at the wall infront of me. 'I despise you with every drop of blood in my veins' 'Now its my time to play with you...you will pay for very drop of my brother's blood which he has wasted for you' 'every drop of your blood will be my pleasure...Naomi Madison'

The feverish crescendo matched the music's pounding heartbeat—a rhythm unyielding, an illusion I couldn't break. The outline of Lana's body was familiar yet unremarkable as I lost myself in the frenzy of pursuit. Desperate to escape reality, my thrusts became erratic, seeking satisfaction that eluded my bruised heart. Her cries rose in pitch, cascading over me like an echo of emotions I couldn’t reciprocate. She begged me for more, and compliance was automatic.

"But Yan—when you find her, don't try to save her. Don't try to understand her. Just... witness her. That's all any of us need. To be seen, one last time, as we really are." She turned. Tapped her way to the door. Stopped. "And check your eyes again tomorrow. Not because they’ll be gray. Because they’ll be brown. Because you need to remember that brown is yours." She left. I stood in the restroom. Alone. The broken mirror showed me three reflections, fractured, mismatched. All brown. All me. For now. I opened my notebook. Wrote: *Margaret. Y-0. The first. The blind see more.*

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Unfortunately no one can get out because asher closed it well causing them to cry and ask for help. "Is that really all you can do?! You really ruined my plan too." he said then he suddenly took control of everything here, I don't know but the pain I feel in my body got worse. He didn't move the students while I vomited blood and a lot of blood was coming out of my ears, nose, eyes as well as my entire body. I feel like I've been poisoned even though I've seen you and my heart is melting... "There is no heaven and hell... this is only the work of one person and let's thank him because.

The sheer vibrancy and energy of the place put anything near our scenic district to shame. The crowd was lively, and the performers on stage oozed charisma, their every move electrified with confidence. One particularly bold dancer came close enough to flaunt his perfectly chiseled abs, inviting me to touch them with a cheeky smirk. My face turned scarlet. Betsy, however, burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. “Don’t be shy! You paid to get in here, didn’t you? Might as well get your money’s worth!” With her relentless encouragement, I finally reached out a trembling hand, only to feel a firm grip suddenly close around my wrist.

Saying that I leave the kitchen. [Translation: This is a first...Is she my future daughter in law?!] I make my way towards the living room to see Xavier, Cameron and Liam all there. I sigh, dropping on the sofa, my mind in deep thought. "Dr. Brown should be here any moment." I hear Xavier say as I massage my head with the tip of my fingers. AMELIA BLACK's POV: I wake up with my head hurting like hell, covered in cold sweat, my body aching with pain as well. As I try to blink my eyes open, I can't. They felt heavy.

Her voice drops at the end as she grimaces. Brie sucks down the rest of the tea, fighting for her life as she sucks in a breath, then asks, “What else? What else do you need?” But the look on Maeve’s face must tell Brie exactly what Maeve needs to complete her insane plan because Brie yelps, shaking her head. “You can’t be serious.” “It’ll work, and you know it.” “Maeve, you can’t. That’s–that’s the darkest kind of magic–”

She looked at Amber and Deborah, then quickly nodded, laughing happily in excitement. "Bianca...," Deborah cautiously tried. "Excuse me, girls, it's just that he's the perfect definition of the kind of man capable of making me extremely stupid," she admitted, covering her eyes. "Just give me two minutes, and I should be able to handle Mr. Fantastic..." Amber and Deborah gave each other terrified looks mixed with panic. They could feel their wolves shaking and crying in their heads, begging them to get away from the Mad One quickly. Bianca puffed out her cheeks and exhaled loudly, making funny noises with her lips, before slapping her face with both hands. Then she turned to Amber and Deborah