Mad About You Novels & Stories

“We lost her sister a while ago and Maddie hasn’t been interested in much. Tonight was the first time she wanted to go out. She wants you and that’s the first time she’s wanted someone in the last few months. Don’t get discouraged. Madison is weird. If she asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, let her know. Some guys can’t handle her in bed. She’s used to it. I’m sure she’ll try to be as vanilla as possible the first time.” “Wait.” I could feel the blood rush out of my face. “She’s drunk, not really into me. She’ll regret tryin’.” Holy fuck! I didn’t know she’d be so direct. Madison couldn’t handle me. She was too small. Too fragile. Too… human.

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed Yeah, we don't know how to talk (Mm) But damn, we know how to fuck I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Please Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us

The conversation between Adrian and I played in my head. *********** "I need you to make Madison hate me," I handed Adrian a glass of whiskey. "Why?" Adrian sat up as he took the glass from me. "Adrian, I'm about to do crazy things and Madison is confused right now, I know you have feelings for her and if you just help me then you will be able to have her and your son," I took a sip from my glass. "What crazy things are you talking about?" Adrian raised his eyebrows, "and I can't fight with my best friend."

His eyes were still dark, as cold as ice. 'Yes,' 'Isn't this weed?' 'Something related,' Hey, I'm dead! 'Sir?' I asked, looking up at him, again. I felt like passing out. The first time I tried it back in high school, I got to know how the world of madness looks like. They have a city, it's called Madabu, everyone and anyone is welcome, but I don't want to go there; I'm perfectly fine where I am. It took the doctors two months to return me to normal, so yes, I'm screwed.

Enzo added, looking cocky. Madison shook her head in disbelief. "You must be crazy, and I wonder how you plan on doing that when you know that I'm mad at you?" She folded her arms beneath her chest also in a cocky way. She wasn't going to let him win this time. Enzo stepped closer, now fully facing her. "You love me," Enzo said, making Madison's eyes widen again. She took a step back. "I think being in prison has made you a little crazy. You don't know how the world works anymore." Madison scoffed.

Madie was a moaning mess underneath him, and he was cursing inside his head as she watched her stretch and groan and clutch everything she could, just like a cat in heat. Madie didn't understand. She was shouting at herself, saying that she should stop moaning and moving because Daddy might get mad, but she just couldn't stop. She could feel her butt start to hurt, but she couldn't stop moving her waist. She wanted something else, but she didn't know what it was. She didn't know what she was feeling. But she knew that only Daddy could give it to her. What was 'it', anyway? "Baby..." Dario called, stopping Madie's thoughts once again as he spoke "You're a mess."

“And you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.” Tommy’s eyes finally sharpened. “Jesus, you’ve lost it.” “No,” I said. “But you’re about to. Starting with your freedom.” He flinched—just barely—but it was enough. Madison let out a high-pitched laugh like she thought this was all some twisted soap opera. “Okay, what the hell is going on? What about me?” I turned to her slowly. “I don’t give a fuck what you do, Madison. Maybe try checking yourself into a rehab facility. Get clean. Read a book. Grow a soul.”

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

Seraphina As I recounted the details of the recent council meeting to Maddie, her reaction unfolded like a storm within the confines of my room. Disbelief widened her eyes, mirroring the shock that had initially rippled through me upon realizing Ari's unexpected advantage. "How can that be? It’s impossible that Ari even has a slight chance of winning," Maddie's voice quivered with desperation and fear. Her pacing back and forth, along with nail-biting, physically manifested the turmoil gripping her, and it was driving me crazy.

Madison Oh hell, I think I am in big trouble. You know the capital T kinda trouble. This is not supposed to happen, since when I do I fuck a man no matter how hot he is in the sack and have these weird ass feelings about him? I am not that girl, no way. Only, right now, I am feeling kind of weird, like just looking at him is making me melt. He’s hotter than scorching coals as he looks at me. And, when he says, “You’re right, Madi, it was just a one-off,” why does that sting? Yeah, exactly why indeed?