Crazy Middles Novels & Stories

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

The kind that does not go away just because you ignore it. My life is becoming more like a documentary,i flinch boring and hectic

“Lanette Glen? Lanette Glen? I’m Lanette Glen? “No, no, no. I’m not Lanette Glen. Who the hell is Lanette Glen? It’s such an unpleasant name. I’m not Lanette Glen.” The Crazy Crone shook her head desperately while hitting herself hard. She really had high endurance! If the fist landed on someone else’s head, they would have ended up like Jennifer. However, she was completely fine. “Pompeii Fairyland? Am I someone from Pompeii Fairyland? “Where is Pompeii? Where is it?”

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

“I’ve seen things, sure. But most of it isn’t exactly dinner conversation.” I tilted my head. “You’d be surprised at what I’m used to hearing.” “I don't think you can handle it.” I burst out laughing. “Trust me, I've heard worse.” For the first time, a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Alright. Once, I had to stop a deal in the middle of the jungle. Let’s just say wild animals weren’t the only threats out there.” I raised a brow, intrigued. “Did you—”

Ella was a time bomb that waited for the right time to burst on everyone. Everyone's facial color drained, and they looked pale. In A country, everyone knows who Jen Carson is; even though her father is A country's mayor, the Carson family got famous because of Jen Carson; She uses her brain to trap someone. Once they fall into her trap, it's impossible to slip away without losing everything. But she forgets if she is an influential person in a country, then Ella king is the power of A nation; how could she even dare to mess with a crocodile while staying in the water? So that proves she is a fool.

"Her boobs wiggle with every wave I made. The whole room was filled with grunts, becoming noisy, hot, and intense. My agitation quickened. I was stunned by the strange pleasure. "Ahh! Ahh Uuhh! Shit Natalie your so tight, love." I whispered as the bed continued to move, and the situation became more and more exciting. The climax was on its way, and my grip tightened on her leg. Fuck.

Cara is used to crazy, after all, she is crazy and her dreams are crazy. Cara once dreamt of being a pilot, quite ironic considering the fact she hates heights. Crazy talks and crazy words are no surprise to her but this bomb dropped on her is beyond bonkers. "Wait let me get this straight, you want me to get fat?" Cara does not know if she should be offended or threatened. Was this his grand plan to make her pay for the scene she caused?

He ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow. Driving above the speed limit, I was heading for my ranch house. A few feet away and I could make some figures, workers stood outside the huge door and it looked like there was a ruckus. I was just about to ask about the situation when a piercing scream filled the air. It stopped almost as soon as it came. My eyes scanned around and saw that no one bothered to check what was going on. Whispers were flying around instead of help. I groaned loudly before making my way to the entrance.