Madhouse Book Novels & Stories

It rattled with dust, and she gasped when something hard fell off from the top shelf. “Oh, no!” Madison placed the telescope down and hurried over to pick up and return whatever it was but paused when she deemed it a large thick book. She blew on the casing and tilted her head in confusion at the words written on its front. The more she stared, the more she heard a voice beckoning her to open and look at its pages. She brushed her fingers against the lock and wondered if its key was nearby. She set it down on a table and dragged a chair to inspect the dresser. The girl probed around to find a key and blinked when she discovered it inside one of its drawers. She jumped down from her chair and

Ghost growls. I grit my teeth, shoving him back. I had done this to myself anyway, I had followed them to Adrian’s house to assure myself he won’t touch her, I had stood on her balcony like a fool. A damn obsessed fool who could not stay away. Maybe she is right to think I am a psychopath. Enough is enough. It ends now. The door creaks open, and Madam Lisa steps inside with a big stack of thick books that look like they belong in a museum. The covers are dark, cracked with age.

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

I followed him step by step, looking around and admiring the artefacts, wallpapers and paintings. We moved into the inner part of the mansion, and proceeded into a room with large shelves full of books, three black leather chairs, an oversized seater and two love plush sfacing each other, Mary could be seen on one of the sofas engrossed in a book titled 'The Alchemist'. "Hello Mary," I called out, she jolted immediately and the book fell out of her hands. "Sorry," I said picking it up. "Miss Chi," she called out softly, getting up and staring at me weirdly.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

Amber fell asleep right after they finished their cookies; only taking a bite out of one. Reign took the time alone to wander the cabin and examine it more. The cabin is very huge and that also lingered on her brain, how he could afford this cabin. She knows he talks about his family business but what type of business are they in? The house was furnished only in; plush faux black leather couches, queen and king size white beds, white dressers, bedside tables, closets and everything were in white. They had a library. Why the hell did he need a library in a cabin? The floor was done with luxury vinyl planks. The inside of the cabin was smooth and painted in winter mood white paint and the outs

The place is small, cramped, and claustrophobic. The air is thick with cigarette smoke. Empty liquor bottles litter the counters, some on the floor. The walls, fuck, the paint is peeling in strips, stained with things I don't want to think about. Every surface looks sticky. This is what my doll comes home to? This dump? This mess, it isn't her. It isn't Beatrice. This disaster reflects more on her mother than anything else. It makes me want to burn the whole fucking place to the ground just so she never has to look at it again.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

I said. Mia scribbles everything down in her notebook. She had her notebook divided into tabs and is very organized with her notes. She will make a great doctor one day. While Dr. Higslee is here, I would like her to talk to him and get his assessment of my niece. Then I will talk to him about her joining his pack for medical studies. “Dr. Higslee will be here with his apprentice in about twenty minutes. Come with me to greet him at the pack house.” I said as I opened the door and gestured her to come with me.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre