Beautiful Madness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

ZEDANE Everything is wrong. Taste, smell, sight; all of it. A haze of madness cloaks my mind, pushing every last ounce of sanity out of my grasp. I shake my head in an attempt to clear the fog that’s sitting over my thoughts and everything else. The plate in front of me is swiped off the table with a violent growl that shakes the roof of the manor, sending terror through every nook and cranny. I hate losing control. It takes me back to a time where all I knew was vulnerability.

My hands shake so badly I can barely operate it, but I manage to spray the medication down my throat. The relief is minimal, but it's enough to keep me breathing. I curl up and freeze exactly like a statue, not knowing what to do next, not even able to think clearly. My mind feels fractured, unable to process the full scope of what just happened. That haunting classical music keeps playing through the hidden speakers, and if I hated it before, now I find it to be the perfect complement to my complete misery. Blaze has always prided himself on his refined tastes, his appreciation for culture and beauty. Yet here he is, playing Mozart while committing acts of unspeakable brutality. It's the pe

You can do this. But I couldn’t. The words of the second message replayed like a chant, sinister and sweet—“Tell that Blackwood and Volkov to stay away from you. Meet you soon, my love.” My knees buckled mid-step. A gasp ripped out of me. My vision blurred, spots blooming at the corners like dark ink drops spreading through water. My chest tightened, and I clawed at it as if I could tear the panic out. No, not here, not here, not now—

The injured girl clutched her head, screaming in panic. "Help! She's trying to kill me!" Blood started streaming down from her scalp. For a moment, everyone froze. However, Janet had the upper hand then, and she did not stop. She grabbed the girl by the hair and slammed her head against the table again and again. Seeing things spiral out of control, even the rich heir started to panic. "Security! Where's security?" He rushed forward, trying to pull Janet away. However, Janet had completely lost it. She grabbed another bottle and swung it straight at his head.

Blood clouded my vision, and sharp pain stabbed my head. Elias had a gash on his forehead, blood streaming down in a steady flow, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, straining to lift me up. In a daze, the scene felt strangely familiar. At that moment, the comments exploded. 'Whoa, everyone! Isn't this the scene from when the male and female leads died in their past life? Could it be that they're regaining their memories?'

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

And her voice – as mad as it may be – sounded broken and course. “Chlo…” he groaned but she kicked again. This time he was prepared and when he felt the shift in the bed, he quickly moved to dodge her. I forgot… he thought to himself… she’s criminally insane. “Do you want to die?!” She screeched. He felt her shuffle in the dark and sit up against the frame of the bed. Rather than try again in the darkness – especially since his eyes had been so bad in the last year – he got up to open the large, panoramic window overlooking the city. The bright lights quickly illuminated the room enough that he could see her.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”