Mad Sans Novels & Stories

One day, a Soldato delivered a recording to me. It was a conversation between my father, Luigi Giordano, and a black-market dealer. In it, he clearly admitted that, in order to embezzle the funds from that arms shipment, he had deliberately tampered with the container's wiring to cause the explosion and even planned the entire accident as a cover-up. There was also a medical report on Mom. It revealed that, one month before her death, Mom had been continuously dosed with hallucinogenic drugs, leading to her mental breakdown and eventual "suicide".

he said, throwing a file my way. I went through the file and found out that Mason was stripped of his license a long time ago in Canada because he became obsessed with a married woman, drugged her, and made her pregnant. The name of the woman is Mavis... This is the same woman who always disrespects my wife. What game is Mason playing? I look at the two newfound family favorites and smirk.

Less polished than Madison the Personal Assistant, less carefully controlled than Madison the Project Manager. Just Madison.

I pause, taking in every detail of it. “I just want to be anywhere you are. I don’t want to miss any chance. I want to make up for all my mistakes—the saddest times I’ve drowned us in, the times when I punished us instead of allowing us to feel what truly lives inside us.” At first, Mad seems temporarily inactivated while I desperately wait for an answer. Briefly, her tongue wets her lips before she begins, “I want the same too, but Caden, this is crazy.” “We’ve been crazy since the first day,” I point out.

He adjusted his glasses, “Dr. Nebrough told me you've handled similar cases before. I’ve seen your proposals…” He gestured at the proposal Anise had pulled several all-nighters drafting last week and continued, “Just keep going in the same direction here.” She was beginning to understand why Liam insisted she apply for this position. She saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were shining radiantly with a captivating glow. “Miss Buccaneer, your takeout is here.” The security guard entered with a bag labelled “Rodger's Porridge.” It was a lobster porridge with a helping of braised prawn, exactly how she liked it.

Glancing up from his file, I asked, "Would you like to tell me what brought you here today, Mr. Aiden?" "I think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder," he admits. "Oh wow. That must have been tough for you to admit." He nods, "Believe me, Doc. It is." I scribbled down this newfound information about my patient in his file. "What kind of obsession do you have?" I asked. "Is it towards an object or—" "It's towards a person," he interrupts. I quirked my brow. "A person? Could you kindly elaborate in detail?"

Eston then called Mona at the same time the magic circle under them to let out the blinding purple glow. Mona turned her head as she was trying to cover her eyes from the blinding light and heard Eston who smiled while he asked a devious question to her, “Do you know that there is actually a way for our Master to leave the city without suffering from any side effects?” Mona looked back at Eston, confused by his words, “How?” She shouted as she heard the loud thunderbolt that had strike the ground at the same time Eston had spoke back to her.

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He smirked. “What is it?” I said curiously. “Be with that Montessario. If you could, make him fall in love with you. Until he’s ready to help you.” He explained. I looked at him, shocked. “Can’t you just make a deal with their company?” I asked, trying to stop him from what he’s thinking. “Dear, their company is one of the biggest company in the world. I can’t even have an appointment with them. The only way is through their son. And that is Drake.”

He dialled Matoe's number, and he picked up after a few rings. "Hey, man! What's going on it has been a minute." Yeah, man, it has. A lot has happened lately. First, Ravenna got kidnapped by Don Pedro, then she took in, and now the good news is that I have a set of twins, but the problem is that she has Confabulation. "Wow, that's a lot for one person to handle. So what is the thing you called she is suffering from, conbul....?" "Confabulation."