Insane Craft Novels & Stories

"Bro, you know I'm always on board with your ideas, but this one is insane. It's way too many men for what we're used to, how are we going to do this?" "Xania," Theo answered and my heart stopped. What are they talking about? "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Adam asked and I felt like egging on the question, it's a horrible idea, whatever the idea is. "Yeah, she's done it before and basically makes bread out of it, ask her yourself, she's awake," I felt like kicking Theo, how did he see I was awake, must be the eyes that I was squeezing shut. I can never fake anything with this man and it's annoying!

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

Trix sat in front of her laptop staring at a blank page. "Screw it," she finally said slamming the laptop shut and stuffing it in her bag. Mrs. Weller was going to have suck it cause Trix was never going to hand in that book report that she wanted. How could she though, Trix had barely done any school work since of late, it was like her brain went on a ása and left her body at home.

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.

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Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

“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.

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.