Madhouse Book Novels & Stories

But being near the Mad King will open his eyes to a world he's never seen before. Keith will break the rules trying to save his friend, but stepping inside the palace will bring untold tales, uncovered secrets and bloodbath. ⚔ Welcome to The Mad King And His Guard! If you like ROYALTY, ROMANCE and HATE TO LOVE, then you knocked at the right door! This story will contain: ⚔ Historical theme (not necessarily any era inspired from a certain country, but just anything that comes from my imagination) ⚔ Violence ⚔ Twins (I'm telling you, you're not ready)

Yuen and her daughter-in-law, with Liam's assistance after sending his wife to their room, began preparing dinner in the well-equipped kitchen. Liam wants to bring a maid with them since he doesn't want these women to get tired, but these two, Solace's mother and sister-in-law, are really different; they refuse to have a maid with them. Even though it was okay for Hideous and the others, the two of them shook their heads as if they would break. Thus, Liam and George talked about it, and George talked about it with Sherly's family, to which they all nodded their heads. It will be inconvenient if there's an outsider with them, and Solace's mother and sister-in-law are right when they refuse.

“FUCK!” I picked up the smaller bookcase that was at the head of my mattress and threw it across the room. The books scattered and the shoddy work of the shelf made the lid come off. It wasn’t enough. I felt like I needed to destroy everything. Everything was wrong. This was all wrong. How the hell was I supposed to fix this?

I nodded and immediately run towards my room to change. I change into a cute dark pants and a sweatshirt since winter is about to begin and it's already getting cold outside. After changing my outfit, I went downstairs and look for Nanay Mercedita. I saw one of the maids so I asked her where Nanay Mercedita is. After knowing where she is, I immediately went to her room. She has her own room at our mansion. It was small, but she managed to make it look spacious. She placed all her things in a corner and left the center clear from anything.

****** "What's nonsense....... have you looked properly or you saying it by yourself....." Mr. Hassan barked at the maid standing in front of him. The maid started shivering at his barking. She said to him something big on which Mr. Hassan getting furious is justified. "Yes sir, I properly checked, miss is not in her room...I searched the whole room, but I didn't find her anywhere....." Poor maid says with bowed head getting scared by Mr. Hassan's anger. It is the first time she finds her master getting that much angry. Because Mr. Hassan by nature is soft-hearted neither does he talks loudly with anyone. While Mrs. Yusra is the one who is good at doing this.

You still would find Ol Tim’s rickety ford parked right outside his yard, not to forget the number of squirrels, that scurried around his home, threatening to run the man mad. Even right outside Mother’s Porch where I stood now, I could hear him screaming at the top of his voice, bellowing for the animals to let him be. Oh, how long it has been. Ding Dong! I pushed the door bell yet again, having a peek inside, hoping to see that figure coming to reveal herself, and having almost given up, the door tore open, the same instant I turned around to leave. “Oh, darling!” Her eyes beamed on at the sight of me, arms spread out, welcoming me into her embrace.

I close my eyes, clenching my fist, and taking deep breaths. A moment passes as I sit with my thoughts. Then, a brick flies through my window, shattering the glass. The sound is explosive—a thousand shards of glass rain across my floor. I duck behind the bed, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears. There in the middle of the glittering wreckage lies a brick—a note taped to it. Could things not get any worse? My heart hammers against my ribs. I crawl over, ignoring the glass biting into my palms, and rip the note off.

“It’ll be fine. Just come on upstairs, and I’ll take care of everything.” As scary as that sounded, Slate knew that was the only way that he was going to have a chance to find the book. Maura’s room was a mess. That didn’t really surprise him. She was an eighteen-year-old girl, after all. It was mostly clothes tossed all over the floor, but there were also soda cans and bottles everywhere, as well as some takeout containers. Really, she could’ve cleaned up a little just in case she had company. Being a witch and all, it couldn’t have been that difficult.

She looked at him blinking, never telling him she wrote. “My mother bought Misha and I books like these before our wolves emerged. She said every wolf should remember their origins.” Troy smiled at his own memories. “Why are, you being so nice to me? Don’t you work for A? He is the one keeping me here.” She said, eyes glowing.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.