Crazy Novels & Stories

I walk through and look at him; he looks up and smiles. "You're crazy; you do realise that, right?" I look at him feeling irritated. "No, I'm not." He laughs nodding, pointing to the list. "These business ideas, prove you wrong, you have a business, so this right here is you been crazy." I look at him shaking my head. "I'm not crazy, stop calling me crazy." I look at him, why is he calling me crazy? It makes me feel crazy. I lift the sheet of paper and move it away from him.

the lawyer answered as if she was asking to kill a mosquito. Everybody's jaws came off in shock. What did the guy say? Has he lost his mind? He ought to keep her from talking nonsense. Aubrey was going crazy; he was holding back a lot of laughter. He knows everyone around him, as insane as she is. They know her temperament and character very well and believe everything is good for them as long as the king of Ella tells them. "Okay, don't worry, I won't," she cut the call. Everybody sighed when they saw it. But it's still not over.

I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears. I didn't know if men really used that kind of talk to relieve stress, but I was genuinely stirred. Those blunt, unfiltered words drifted through the air like feathers, brushing against my skin and teasing my senses. The frustration I'd felt with Dylan the night before started to boil over. Lying there, I felt a tingle spread from head to toe. I couldn't wait for nightfall, so Dylan and I could go at it. Once wasn't going to be enough. I wanted much, much more.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

Zeke says, looking confused. “Oh, you should be careful who you pay, jock. Might catch the crazy.” I stare at him so shocked at the nastiness coming from Kirk. “Get out,” I manage to say. Kirk ignores me and smugly continues. “You do realize she thinks she’s a shapeshifter right? Swears her accident was the result of a monster crashing her car and attacking her. It’s all in that notebook she clings too. Fucking Crazy man.” Zeke is suddenly up and out of the bed, grabbing Kirk by his shirt. “I thought you were an asshole, but damn, you are the fucking king of assholes.”

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

"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.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

Mom asked, sounding confused. I quickly bit down hard on my lip, fighting for control as I gasped out an answer. "Oh, it's nothing! I just… I accidentally stubbed my toe." Before she could say another word, I hurriedly hung up. Uncle Mike's movements grew more aggressive, and I couldn't stop the cries from escaping me. It was the sound of pure ecstasy, as if years of pent-up desire were finally being set free. Every inch of my skin was tingling with the rush.

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”