Divine Madness Novels & Stories

They say that a madman is someone who has reached an unprecedented stage of soul transparency to the point of His mind can sense what we cannot feel.. Crosses parallel worlds He swims in the kingdom with the angels and dives into Hell with the devils.. He sees what We do not see and hear what we do not hear, smell and taste what we cannot reach with our conscious mind never.. Don't you see them sometimes having unexplained panic attacks or shooting themselves? Unleashed in successive laughter Who knows the world they are laughing or why are they laughing.. Good.. I entered the world of madness with ease and softness.. I saw a glimpse of several horrific worlds

CHAPTER 71 – CLAIMED IN MADNESS She arches her back against the bed, the tension coiling through her body until it feels like her spine will snap in two. Her voice breaks free in a desperate whimper, her lips parting as a sharp cry tumbles out. “Oh my God…” she gasps, her pussy tightening hard around him, squeezing with uncontrollable rhythm, letting him know exactly how much he is driving her beyond sanity. The reaction makes Adrian groan deep in his chest, his head falling forward, because nothing feeds his hunger more than feeling her body clench down on him, dragging him closer to the edge of madness. He revels in it, losing himself to the rhythm, allowing the darkness inside him to take

Daniel's POV "God Madonna? How can I reach out to you? I need your help. Please help your child get out of this problematic situation." I said, standing in front of the gate through which we can contact our gods. God Madonna was the good of dark witches, and though she was the dark one, I think she was the most beautiful, intelligent, and understanding God. She was better than those in the white world, who have turned us into their puppets and our fate as their gameplay.

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

Why would they make me leave? My body goes stiff. He’s coming. Has it already been 30 days? My stomach churns. “You need to eat lunch, Mrs. Samson.” I bury my face in the pillow, but more hands pull me away. “No! Stop!” I cry, thrashing. “You can’t—” My eyes are closed, but I know the voice that greets me in the hallway. “Ah, there she is,” Hank. The pyromaniac. He burned down two churches and a bank before being admitted. He peers into my room as the nurses drag me out and carry me to one of the day rooms.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

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?'

Loud, chaotic sound effects of gunfire and explosions echoed from the speakers. The Mad Dog of the Underworld was currently locked in a fierce battle... on a mobile shooting game. ​As soon as the doors clicked, he didn't even look up at first, his thumbs still tapping furiously. "Daniel. Did the lunatic survive the night?" ​"Barely. But she's here," Daniel replied, walking over to the table and casually helping himself to a piece of bacon. ​With a final, loud boom from his phone, Lucien finally lifted his gaze.

My stomach knots, fingers fumbling in my hair until the braid falls apart. God-fucking-damnit.