Mad About You Novels & Stories

She’s wondering at first why his uncle’s pet seems not getting tired—and that’s because he’s taking a tablet to make his boner stay longer. Maddy has that sex craving and if she wants it, she must do it. She’s being a sex monster. She can also hold a long duration of sex with five men. Well, she tried it once, with her co-models after a chill party. And if she can’t do what she likes, she’s getting insane. Seems like she had some sort of mental illness.

Why would there be a hickey there? I breathe a couple of times before I build my strength to my arms as I pull myself up. I manage to get near to the one big mirror of the room. Oh my… I bit my lips as I look at my naked body in front of the mirror. Shit! I observe myself in the mirror as I continuously cursed myself. How… How did I end up in this kind of situation? Why can’t I remember a thing? What… What the fuck happened? What the hell did you do, Madison? Why are you looking like… this?! How? The fuck? It can’t be! There’s no way! No fucking way! I disagree. I don’t want to believe it!

"Peanuts... You put peanut butter in the cake..." Felix asked in disbelief, "You know Maeve is allergic to peanuts, yet you deliberately added peanuts to the cake. Do you want to kill her?" Jasper looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. "What? How could I have such a vicious mother? Ms. Leighton likes you. We even asked you to make a cake and deliver it here, but you want to hurt her! If something happens to Ms. Leighton, I'll never call you 'Mom' again!"

My eyes widen at her words, and I grab the pills, saying quickly, "These are just prescription pills for - uh, they're like vitamins-" "They're pheromone blockers," Maddie says flatly, "and not good ones. They will destroy your nervous system." I stare at her, "I - I don't know what you're talking about. I'm telling you-" However, Maddie's steady gaze has me faltering, and I snap my mouth shut. However, I don't understand how she knows what the pills are. She smells human. I take another discreet sniff, and she narrows her eyes.

Harvey’s calm, therapist-on-payroll voice piped up in my head: “Breathe. Stay calm.” Fuck calm. I was ready to split heads. I slammed the front door shut, jacket hitting the couch before I even looked up… And froze. Music. Loud. Old-school Etta James pouring out of the speakers. And her. Maddison. Barefoot. Paint-smeared. In little shorts that barely covered her ass. My blood pressure dropped and spiked in the same second. I slowed to the edge of the patio. Stopped. Hands braced on my hips. Because damn.

Frustrated, “No. You don’t understand, Madz. He is not in love with me. It was always Gretta. I can’t force him to marry me just because of the child! That will make us both miserable, and I never wanted to live a life like that! ” “Hmmm...” Madz squinted her eyes at me with a crazy smile on her lips. “There’s a perk about that, though. You have the privilege to see his gorgeous body every day.” She leaned over the table and then whispered, “And you get to f*ck him all you want!” And then she laughed so crazily that I was scared the coffee might come out of her nose! “GOD, MADELYN!" I exclaimed, my face all red and my heart panicking. “Stop saying things like that! It’s embarrassing!”

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

As I strolled in, Madison was on the bed, her legs in stirrups, her face red and contorted, screaming curses at the poor male doctor between her thighs. "Push, Luna, harder! You can do this!" The doctor urged. "Fuck you! Fuck you, you sadistic prick! This hurts!" Madison screamed, hitting the bed with her fist, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. "Dommy bear!" I hated that nickname. Hated it with every fiber of my being. But I walked over anyway and let her grab my hand. Her razor-sharp nails dug into my skin, squeezing so hard I felt bones grind.

For Moon sake, she couldn't have said that sooner? "Good," I mumbled, undoing my buttons next. "But she wants to come home, and the asylum's thinking of releasing her. Like this couldn't get any worse. "Mother, please." I whirled around to face her. "I honestly can't deal with Maddy right now." Remove a 'd' and the 'y' form her name and you'll have mad. And it wasn't even an insult. She really was mad. "I know, Jaris. But—"

"I tried so hard for you." "I know sweetie," Madison said, "I've got you." "Oh God, Mads. Little Monkey, it's not stopping. Oh guh -- God. I gotta. Gotta cum. In you." "Shhh, It's OK," Madison said, "Let it all go. Cum, baby. Deep as you can. Be a good boy and give it all to me. I promise it's OK." "Ugh. Ah. Oh Maddy. Little sis. Oh fuh- OHffffffFUCK!"