Mad Sans Novels & Stories

Anna placed her hand on her chest and grinned. She looked up at Madison. "So, I wanted to ask you. Where did he take you to yesterday?" Anna probed. Madison shook her head to get back to her senses. She needed to take the pills Madam Greta usually gave her even though Enzo didn't last up to two minutes inside her. She walked to the cupboard and brought out the medicine, and then she took them. "What's that? What are they for?" Anna probed. "I need it to relieve pains. It also prevents me from getting pregnant," Madison answered her.

Mason scoffed, he was usually not the type to be interested in social activities, instead, Madison was the hyperactive one, she was the popular girl in school and one of the most social students, he was surprised she was happy about their school trip. Madison and Mason had clocked fifteen recently, they were the only children of Lisa and Ryan. They were a twin but not very identical in personality. Madison was a diva, but Mason was rather much quiet than expected. Mason never wants to get involved in any activity and the only company he enjoyed was his twin sister Madison. He didn't have friends or enemies. He was just a bit recognized for his extreme looks and brain.

Mason stood up from the bed with a frown on his face, it's not like he had a good sleep. He has been battling with a life-threatening insomnia for the past years, it all started when he took drugs for the first time. The day he met Madison, His ex-fiancee in bed with his uncle, Erling. He angrily went to a club and was forced to take Morphine mixed with alcoholic wine which caused him harm. Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing.

Mad was extremely impressed. “Okay.” He accepted. “Hah~ fine. Do you want me to withdraw my shield, don't you?” Mad nodded. “But, we will get exposed to the explosion as well.” “I know,” Mad said animatedly, with zero worries. “But you can do this, right?” He proceeded to whisper next to the man. “Oh ah! I can…” Again, revelation dawned on him. “How could I not think about it?” “Tsk, because you guys are lame. Think outside the box, man.” He slapped Hadi’s head. “Do it now.”

Bri asked. “Don’t worry about it. A will not sacrifice me or Troy, so put those fears to rest. Here, I brought you some good food this morning, and a double shot of espresso. You drink that right?” Misha smiled, wrinkling her nose. “Hell yeah! I haven’t had one since before I was so rudely taken.” Bri snapped. “I have some news from the outside world if you care to hear it?” Misha asked. “Sure, why not? Its not like I’m going anywhere near the outside.” Bri replied sipping her espresso.

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If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

She couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath that veil was a story no one was brave enough to tell. --- While the mansion simmered with questions, the city outside roared with a different kind of tension. At an abandoned textile mill, Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—stood at the center of a dimly lit room, black shirt rolled up, his presence radiating danger. His men—MADWOLF (HY), MADRAGE (AS), MADCROW (ER), and MADREGIN (SM)—stood in a circle around the steel table cluttered with maps, guns, and whiskey glasses.

They were a hundred feet away from the office when they heard angry words being yelled down the hall. "WE LOST FIVE GOOD MEN. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL WE ALLOW HUMANS TO PLAGUE THIS EARTH? WE NEED TO KILL THEM ALL!" The alpha's angry voice rang down the hall.