Crazy Novels & Stories

What was he talking about? “Crazy about me? I’m not the one who ran away some 3500Km for a reason I will never understand. What did you expect me to do? Wait around for her all my life?! Yes, I know she had some sort of feelings for me but it is not my fault if she decided not to acknowledge them. Crazy about me isn’t what I would term she is. Crazy about someone is not sleeping for months because you miss them. Crazy for someone is not being able to engage mentally with someone during sex because SHE is on your mind. Crazy about some

If having the best sex with someone who probably my stalker is considered crazy then I want to be crazy . Fuck my ass!"I half screamed.

Adrien looked at her with irony after taking a deep and very comfortable breath, counting if he was feeling suffocated and said to her with irony: You are really the most crazy person I have met in my life. She looked at him with happiness and said to him in a serious voice: Do you know, Lycans, what madness is? Madness is the most beautiful thing in this life, so if you don't live your life crazy, you never lived it, and I wasn't going out because I didn't know a good place to go. .

I groan as he finally let go while I massage my neck “Damn you're crazy” I glared at him “I know right? And that's why people like me” “People Like you?” I asked unbelievably “Hmm, people like crazy stuff” He winked “See you at lunch bro” He laughed and began walking away, He's crazy

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

Slowly, we began to inch away from Sara, leaving her behind. My heart tripped in my chest, adrenaline rising to its max. My palms were sweaty, and my blood pounded against my ears as a thrilling rush overtook me. I could see the finished line clearly. Any second now, and we would win. My lips pulled into a grin and a laugh escaped my lips. “Yes!” The line was getting closer. I pressed even further, desperate to end this race. Suddenly, my joy was cut off. Fudge staggered on the tracks, buckling wildly. My breath was caught in my throat as I tried to hold on for dear life. He buckled even more, flinging me in every way. My arms flailed, trying to find a balance.

, "What will people think of me?" Despite trying to contain her emotions, the more she thought, the more confused she became. "Oh God, how could I forget to take my birth control? How could I not control myself? I'm so stupid, damn it." Daisy frantically blamed herself, posing questions with answers still obscured in the darkness.

Ruby asked with a grin on her face. "So all this is about frustrating a maid? C'mon girl, don't be so dumb to waste your time on frustrating a maid. It's not worth it." Kim mumbled and Ruby grew angry again. "What is wrong with you b**ch! How dare you call me dumb!" Ruby yelled standing up. "Wow. Didn't see that coming." Kim muttered with her eyes widened. "I called you dumb because you are acting like it. Nothing much b**ch." Kim responded with a smile on her face.

Sloane's Pov “What do you mean?”my voice was low,he dragged his leg lower down the next step. “Sorry,I got caught up with that crazy figure of yours”he mouthed and roughed his hair. “Crazy?Does that sound like a compliment or the latter?” I was quick to ask because girllll… What if crazy means out of shape? What if it means a bad figure? What if it means he likes what he sees? “You've got a dangerously attractive curves, don't dare me in the open, I'd forget all formalities or the fact my dad got together with your mum and make you cry in my bed”

--- **Three days later** Libia left Mrs. Helen’s mental health retreat with a scowl, wearing oversized sunglasses and clothes so baggy they could have belonged to a rapper. Her hair was a tangled mess, tied up in a haphazard bun. Out of curiosity, she glanced at her reflection in a window and was horrified by what she saw.