Mad Snail Novels & Stories

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

On my birthday, my fiancé used his supermarket points to get me a pair of dishwashing gloves. But at an auction, he bought a five-million-dollar gem for his first love. I was mad, confronting him, but he called me a gold digger. "I've been giving you money to spend. Isn't it only right that you take care of me? This was supposed to be my final test for you. If you passed, we'd get married. You've let me down big time." I broke up with him. He turned around and proposed to his first love. Five years later, we ran into each other on a private vacation island. Alex Thompson saw me in the workers' uniform picking up trash on the beach. He mocked me on the spot. "You turned your nose up at the gloves I got you, and here you are, scavenging garbage. Now, even if you begged me, I wouldn't give you a second glance." I ignored him. My son's social studies project was to clean up the backyard with a parent. His dad had expanded the yard all the way to the beach. Cleaning it up was exhausting.

Samantha didn't know what she was, until Alpha Jack and Luna Sara saved her from her old alpha. He was a sick man, driven mad by the loss of his luna and he abused Samantha for it. She was a true omega. Her new pack taught her that she was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. She has the ability to calm any wolf and because of this gift, her new pack is thriving. She also causes every wolf to become extremely protective over her, because of this, it's doubtful that she will be blessed with a mate. A mate is supposed to be protective and it would be difficult for the Moon Goddess to find a wolf strong enough to withstand the pull of an omega mate.Samantha is glad that she won't have to worry about a mate. She doesn't want to trust anyone outside of her pack and strong males are extremely untrustworthy in her experience.Everything is going well until her old pack begs her new one for help. The pack's new alpha is Sammy's mate. Can Sammy trust the new alpha or will he mistreat her? Can she forgive her old pack and save them from themselves?

In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families. However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake. This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away. I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me. The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken. "Rosalie, just come back with me now and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!" His eyes were bloodshot as he begged. I looked at him and laughed. What happened could not be erased just because he wanted it to be. In this lifetime, I would bask in the sunlight and live just for myself.

A nymphomaniac temptation. Two brothers obsessively mad with desire. A Parisian rake guilty of wanting to own her. And a mob lord lurking in the shadows, willing to risk everything—for her. Delilah Amor. A siren seductress with innocent looks and a sensual hunger fed by sin. Her sexual allure made these men crave her to the point of ruining themselves for her. From affairs with her married boss over his office desk— to his brother watching and taking his turn after—to elite sexual parties, and letting a ruthless mob king tie her to his bed to awaken pleasures she never knew existed. Delilah was the perfect filthy plaything. But she wasn’t the submissive lamb they believed her to be, because her real target is the wife of the man she had wrapped around her thighs—and Delilah intends to watch her crumble. Family ties begin to shatter as the truth about her identity rises to the surface. And everything takes a deadly turn when they realize they’re merely pawns in the game of someone far more sinister—someone willing to see Delilah destroyed at any cost. When blood is spilled, trust is broken, loyalties are shaken, and obsession turns lethal… Who will tame Delilah?

On the day of our wedding, Rowena Lane ditches me on the altar just so she can go to the hospital to take care of her childhood friend, Adrian Cole's son. As I meet the mocking gazes of the guests, I take the boutonniere off my chest before heading toward the hospital to demand an explanation from Rowena. But that's when I witness her holding Adrian's newborn son with blatant love in her eyes. Adrian says purposefully, "Rowena, today is your wedding day, yet you're here taking care of my baby for me. What if Justin gets mad at you for doing this?" "I can throw another wedding any day. But your baby being sick is a very critical matter. I'm seriously worried that you can't take care of him all by yourself. "From now on, I shall be the baby's mother. I swear that I won't let you two get bullied in this world." Later on, when I choose to marry someone else at another wedding, Rowena crashes into the scene like a madwoman. There, she begs me to give her another chance.

Heather Kitchen seems to have it all - beauty, success as a model by day, and a deadly assassin by night. She lives a double life, seeking vengeance for her father's death while strutting the catwalks of Mexico City. But when the son of her father's killer becomes her next target, everything changes. As Heather delves deeper into the dangerous world of organized crime, her two lives collide, leaving her with only her own instincts to rely on. But amidst the chaos of her vendetta, an unexpected twist takes place - she find her self-esteem dying. Now torn between her thirst for revenge and her newfound emotions, Heather must decide if her petty feelings can coexist with her deadly lifestyle. When stuck between her feinhs mad lifestyle, will she be able to carry out the ultimate act of vengeance or will her conflicting desires lead to her downfall? In this gripping tale of vengance, Heather's fate hangs in the balance as she battles with her own heart. Can she overcome the blurred lines between her two lives? Or will her double life ultimately be her undoing? The answers lie within the twists and turns of Heather Kitchen's thrilling journey.

After the 100th failed fertility treatment, my husband, who had been previously diagnosed with a low sperm count, spoke coldly. “Lucy is very fertile. She gets pregnant after our first time, unlike you. You just can’t conceive.” Lucy was my adoptive sister. While holding her hand, he laid out three options for me. I could either ignore their affair and retain my title as the CEO’s wife, take the ten million dollars and disappear, or walk away with nothing at all. The whole town knew how proud I was. They also knew how deeply I loved him. They surely expected me to be mad with jealousy and choose honor over compromise. But I neither cried nor made a scene. I calmly slid the check back across the table. “The child will call me Mom. I’ll stay and be Mrs. Carter.” After all, this was my third time to live such a life. The first time, I chose to leave with nothing but my dignity. The second time, I took the money, but had to live in shame. Both decisions ended in tragedy. For the third time, perhaps three of us could just... make it work.

On the day my body gets blasted into pieces, Amanda Stone, my wife and a police captain, is busy riding the merry-go-round with her childhood sweetheart, Mark Horton, and his son, Keith Horton. Three days later, she finally remembers our son, Evan Johnson, and me. "It's been three days! Is he still mad that I used him and Evan to exchange for Mark and Keith? He's even trying to get the entire police squad to play along with this fake disappearing act of his, huh?" "Captain Stone, Caleb has died in the line of duty. Evan was also injur—" "That's impossible! What I did was only a temporary measure. I set up three layers of defense. There was no way anything would've happened to Evan or him!" Lara Chase, Amanda's colleague, turns away. She can no longer bear to look at Amanda. "Mark did it. He lied about the situation and used your authorization to move everyone away. We've already identified the kidnappers. They're the remnants of MW Syndicate. This was all part of their attempt to get revenge against you. "We also found out that, when you were trapped at the border three years ago, it was Caleb who led the rescue attempt and risked his life to bring you to safety, not Mark's deceased wife…"

They say that I have gone mad, that I put on "an act of life or death" on the day of my younger sister's coming-of-age ceremony. They also claim that I lied to my husband to gain sympathy. However, they don't know that the true madman is the person whom they have misplaced their trust in. I am Winifred Gardner, the eldest daughter of the Gardners, and I am also secretly married to Zachary Hood, a mafia boss. He never announced our marriage within the last three years because I'm not yet "qualified" to be the wife of a mafia boss. My younger sister, Stella Gardner, acknowledges me as her elder sister while mixing muscle relaxants into my medications to render me weak, dull, and unable to fire a gun. As a result, I am once again mocked as someone useless. She steals my place, my parents' love, and my husband's trust while I'm labeled as mentally unstable and told that I pretend for the sake of sympathy. The moment I sign the organ donation consent form, I smile. This is the only document I can sign on my own initiative. But they're unaware that I've already recorded the truth beforehand. After I die, everyone will know who it was that poisoned me. When that time comes, they will cry and be filled with regret. But I will no longer forgive them.