Mad About You Novels & Stories

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.

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

#The_Next_Day ELENA "Wake up sleepy head." Mother said throwing a pillow at me as I laid. "Mom." I called in frustration. "What? It's 10am. You should be on your way to finding a good job now you lost the Audition." She said and I sat up sadly. "Mom you didn't need to remind me. I know I am a failure." I said and she sat next to me holding my hand. "You are not a failure Elena. Things happen for a reason. You can still have another chance at

Fatty intently waiting for Jc's word while rubbing his hand. "Get your chauffeur here fast." ##### "Master. How did you know?" "Tell me, How fat you are and how much money did i won the bet from you." "That's harsh, Master." "You're even harsher. You shouldn't be calling me, Master, when you are obviously the oldest one here." "Then should i be the master?" "Big bro. Call me, Big bro." "But I am taller than you..." "You're right! How about we test your height somewhere? Sir, could you pull over to that side for a minute."

She answered. “Neve, this is crazy… This is a nightmare…” “No, it’s reality… I was such a fool, falling for your act, Aiden. You’re good. I got to hand it to you. Of all the guys who went after my money or the company shares, you were by far the most original. You played well…” “What the hell are you talking about?” That weird sound of silence that followed his words buzzed on the open line and she bit her lower lip hoping…what? That he’d somehow say he was an idiot and that he was going to give up making a huge profit just to make her happy?

mad? "YOU FUCKER!" Something blows my jaw again. It's hard enough to rattle my brain and put things into places. Oh, fuck. I thought I said all of that in my head. And then everything goes dark. ****

She turned to Arah, grinning with a glint of madness in her red eyes, her hand raised ominously, just as she had done before. Fear gripped Arah’s throat as she struggled to get a clear view of Mabel, now forced to stand in front of the podium, facing her. Mabel tried to run, but a bride’s sharp nail dug into the side of her neck, freezing her in place. Mabel trembled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading silently with Arah. Their friends were screaming from the back, and as the vampire bride leaned in, baring her fangs, Arah’s vision blurred. She swept her hands through the air, a fierce blast of wind tearing through the space, scattering the puppet guards like leaves.

Zara's POV "Are you crazy?" The words left my lips before I even had the time to stop it I whipped my head around, staring at Ike and waiting fo him to back me up. Ike's face darkened, his hands clenched into fists on top of the table. My head spun back at Maduro. "No! We came here with Kora and we will leave here with her!" My heart began thudding painfully inside my chest. If I could, I would crawl over the table and punch that smug smile off Maduro's ugly face.

Blondie is staring right at me, a nasty, knowing smirk curling his lips. My chest caves in. I spin around and sprint toward the darkest booth in the back. I slide into the leather seat, trying to make myself invisible. Trolling feels even worse offline. My hands shake so badly that I set the coffee down. Then, I pull my phone from my pocket, desperate for a distraction. Maybe one second of normalcy? But the first thing that pops up is a video Aida sends to me with a message beneath: "Watch this!" I click on play, and Amara Ross's face fills my screen.

"I'm going to ruin you right here. I'll have these men ruin you completely and take pictures and videos. By the time Jessica finally gets here, the person she sees won't be the first love she has been obsessed with. All she'll see is a filthy piece of trash! Let's see if she still wants you then!" The men got their orders and started approaching me. One of them pulled out a syringe filled with a cloudy liquid and said, "Don't be afraid, bro. This is the good stuff. This thing will make you more… Passionate later on." I struggled as best as I could, but the powerful men pinned me down so hard I could not move. The needle sank into my neck, and the cold liquid entered my veins. A sense of drea