Going Crazy Novels & Stories

He is crazy about Heer, he does not feel ashamed at all for doing such a thing, but is proud of him. This is a slightly shocking case, but a matter of extreme frightening. More dangerous than an angry person is the passion of a crazy person. And now Heer has understood that Sanam's obsession speaks on his head. This passion of Sanam has kept him under his control.

"Larry quickly said. "You're a bozo!"Annie screamed. "A bozo?,well,since it's you, I'm happy to be a bozo. Your bozo."Larry replied. "If I stay with you I will just go crazy!"Annie yelled. "Yes,I will drive you crazy with roses,with care,with red, everything."Larry replied. Annie opened her mouth and glanced sideways then scoffed. She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded. "I see,for a man who chained me to the her to take advantage of me is really crazy. So why I'm I really shocked?"

Right now it was so hard to picture her as the aspiring lawyer she was studying to be. I slammed the bottle down on the marble counter and swiped the excess rum from my lips. Maybe that was one too many shots, but I needed to be drunk for the plan devising in my head. I drank three more and wrap my hands around her waist and pulled her into the crowd of gyrating bodies. "Who are you and what have you done with Leah Monroe? Seriously, did you spend your sabbatical in a club?" I swing my hips playfully in her direction. You wouldn't catch me dead in a club like this or even drinking this much. But desperate times….

"Zack, don't you realize who is truly being humiliated in this interview? This is clearly an interview arranged by Sherry specifically targeting me!" "But why are you angry? I didn't understand before, but at this moment, I finally do. Zack, you can't accept that the outside world knows you started from the 20 thousand dollars I gave you. You can't accept that I'm better than you, so you refuse to see me managing the company. You won't fall in love with me but still enjoy everything I've done for you!" Zack gripped my shoulders tightly, shouting, "And you? Anna, how could you buy me with just 20 thousand dollars? My dignity and pride are trampled on. Do you know how painful it is when I thin

My voice sounded hollow. “I’m crazy.” The word tasted bitter in my mouth. “And I need a therapist.” My fingers curled weakly against the sheets. “I’m crazy. That’s what you all think.” “I’m crazy.” Uncle J shook his head slowly. “You’re not crazy.” My lips twitched slightly. “I am crazy.” “You’re going through a phase,” he said. “A bad time.” His eyes were on me but my eyes were still on the ceiling. “You’re not crazy. You just need to find yourself again.”

This cute lady was ruffled at the waist with her eyes fixed on the door. "Damn Mendez! If I hadn't bought that private jet your company produced, you would have gone bankrupt!" Feli cursed. Shortly after, she hit herself on the head. "What was I thinking?! Idiot! His company is so big, he definitely won't lose money just because one person canceled the purchase of the private jet he produced. Arrrhhhhggg!!! I'm really going to go crazy soon! I hope this mission is over soon before I go completely insane in this country!" Feli walked over to pick up the cloth she had thrown while grumbling.

A snob? "How would you like to have your hair done, miss?" I ask, faking another smile. She continues to look dumbly at me. I wave my hand in the air and then there is a splash on the floor as I drop my hands. "Are you crazy?" She shouts and lands a slap on my face. The hell. Mrs hopper rushes out of her office and the other workers turn to look at me, the other customers are not left out. How could my little mistake have been worth a slap?

I gritted right to his face, so close he could feel the frantic heat of my words. “Every single piece of shit is wrong!” I twisted my arm violently, but his hold was entirely too strong. I shook my head at him wildly. “Don't you fucking get it? I'm a crazy woman!” I shrieked. Zeus just stood there, his head completely unmoving, not even attempting to dodge my frantic breathing and spittles coming his way. His eyes danced straight into mine, gentle and deep, looking at me like he didn't believe for a second that I was crazy. It felt like he was reaching straight into my heart right now, touching every broken piece of it, seeing exactly how deeply wounded they were.

The frenzied crowd seemed to be high on crack already as they roared back a heart jumping “YES !” “I WAS REALLY SAD WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING IN A HOSPITAL BED ON MY BIRTHDAY.YEAH I KNOW IT’S A BAD START,” I said in a disappointed tone as sympathetic “AWWW”s filled the place. “BUT THEN I REALIZED FUCK THAT SHIT AND MAKE THE NIGHT WILDER, CRAZIER AND ROCKINGGGG !!!!” I screamed amidst synchronous chanting of: “ZARA ! ZARA ! ZARA !”

Then he said, “My turn Lovely, how did you discover my name? I know I never told you and Nick said he didn’t either.” He cuts to the chase fast I thought but I said halfheartedly, “Maybe we should do this over shots.” I sighed to myself; how do you tell someone you’re a little crazy. That you have out of control tantrums and pass out. He’s stood by me so far; it is what it is. “I don’t know what you believe, everyone always thinks I’m crazy. Shit, maybe I am.” I sighed a little. “Sometimes I have these intense feelings and dreams and when they come, I just pass out. The last year or so they have been more frequent. I, I can’t explain but I see things and I can paint things that trigger other