Novel & Cerita Deimos Madness

Deimos whispers and I heed to him closing my eyes sleep consuming me. I don't know what time it is but my eyes flutter open. Looking around the room, I see Deimos sitting on a chair across my bed, legs crossed, elbows on his thighs chin resting on his steepled hands. He keeps looking at me, not saying a word. I stare back at him, it's a comfortable silence. He slowly strides towards me, sitting at the edge of my bed, we still look at each other. I start the conversation, wanting to hear his voice.

No! "Even death is acceptable to me with your hands, Heeriye…" he said in his low voice while his eyes sank deep into Heer's chocolate eyes. The depth of his intense words makes Heer fall into thought, but at the same time, Sanam's gleaming eyes prevent her from bowing her eyes down. "I fear your madness," she unconsciously murmured, looking into his eyes. "If you stop being afraid, you will start enjoying this madness, Heeriye," he said to her, cocking his perfect brow.

Beeruss went inside and then i hit the metal door with my power causing it to break. I didn't expect that what I did today was even worse than the attack. "Now Daemon, are you surprised?" I said to him then I stepped towards them, there were many of them inside and that's where I saw them. A woman who was inside where daemon and I were earlier, she was in a glass full of green liquid. But I was even more shocked because the woman inside was a child whose body had already decomposed. He still has some flesh but you can really tell that this person has been dead for a long time who was just dug out of the pit.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

When he realized I seemed to be distracted, he bit my lip, as if it was punishment, and started to attack deeper into my mouth, stealing all my air and leaving me a whimpering mess. The phone continued to ring, the band's signature low, murmuring vocals wrapped around the bass's hum, like a secret buried deep in the heart, slowly seeping into the air. "It's all wrong, all wrong… "All wrong, all wrong, all wrong… "All wrong…" As the song gradually built toward its climax, someone kicked hard at the bedroom door. I opened my eyes in a daze. "Is… Is someone knocking on the door…?" The man nibbled my earlobe, his voice hoarse and slurred, "Must have been the wind, baby…"

"I can't " We spoke throughout our free time and then we meet after siesta and we talked even more and not even once did our conversation die down. I eventually forgot that Ibim had not replied to my message. Chidimma and I went to the canteen bought some food, we went back to the drama room attic and I listened to her tell me about her day and how much traffic was on the f******k group that abroko had made. I decided to delete the group a while ago for my mental health.

We both may be crazy. Entering into the small coffee shop, we take a seat and give the waitress our orders. The man doesn’t speak until our orders arrive. “So,” I say when the waitress leaves. The man grins, chuckling softly. “Well I see you’re not one for chit chat,” he says, amusement again on his face. “Good news is you’re not insane. The bad news is all that you think is a hallucination isn’t. It did happen. Last night you did see your body contort into something else until you blacked out from the trauma, pain, and the beast taking over.”

He knows that Carol can be uncontrollable when she is angry. Sergio, clutching his wounded hand, spoke through gritted teeth. "Alright, alright, Carol. We'll follow your plan. Just stop shooting us." Carol's demeanor remained unyielding. "Good. Now, listen carefully. We'll use the chaos at the casino to our advantage. When the moment is right, and the Beast is distracted, Claus will confront El Patrio." Cody, nursing his injuries and wincing from the pain of the gunshot wound in his arm, spoke up once more, his voice trembling. "And what about Mia? What happens to her?"

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.