Novel & Cerita Madman Comics

Then, they scattered the culprits' ashes into the sewer. When it was all over, they returned to my grave. "April, we've avenged you," Daniel whispered as he gently stroked the photo on the gravestone. Bruce knelt before the stone as tears dripped down his wrinkled face. "We made a mistake. We've been mistaken from the very start." Jack pulled out a music box and placed it before my grave. "Will you still be our daughter in the next life?" No. That wasn't happening. Not again.

*How the fuck will you kill a man who’s immortal and has lived for 800 years old* A crazy side of my heart questioned. “Whateverrrrrrrr”

I ask, holding my arm out for him to see. His eyes go wide, horrified. I lean forward, tongue out, and lick the blood from my wound. I hum at the taste; coppery, wild, grounding. He thrashes in the chair, chains rattling. "You're fucking crazy!" he screams. "Somebody help! Fucking help me!" I chuckle. "You're not the first to say that, you know." I tilt my head, smiling like we're sharing an inside joke. "I take it as a compliment."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I take a deep breath after turning the car off in front of Aida's apartment, relishing the peace and calm around me, a satisfied smile curling my lips. Who knew taking a day off for once would be this exhilarating? Exhaling, I pick up my bag, ready to surprise my best friend, when my phone buzzes the third time this morning. I glance at the screen. 'Mad man' sprawls across the screen— a name worthy of the disgusting boss I'm forced to work with. An involuntary 'hmmph' escapes my lips as I stab the power button. I'm not gonna deal with you today, satan.

Why would they make me leave? My body goes stiff. He’s coming. Has it already been 30 days? My stomach churns. “You need to eat lunch, Mrs. Samson.” I bury my face in the pillow, but more hands pull me away. “No! Stop!” I cry, thrashing. “You can’t—” My eyes are closed, but I know the voice that greets me in the hallway. “Ah, there she is,” Hank. The pyromaniac. He burned down two churches and a bank before being admitted. He peers into my room as the nurses drag me out and carry me to one of the day rooms.

Sometimes, mind games messed them up more than actual violence. "Fuck you, Sanchez!" he growled. "What do you think, Marc?" I looked at the man standing next to me. His hands were clenched tightly, and his shoulders shook with anger, but he said nothing. He turned to me, his green eyes almost glowing with rage. "I agree." I nodded as if I could read Marc's mind. "I think we should give him a fighting chance." It's all about the hunt. That's what makes it so exciting and gets my blood pumping. I was raised in violence.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

They may serve him, but there’s another Alpha wolf is the pulling the strings from the shadows, a wolf no one has met before. He plans on corrupting the Light Bringer, to usher in a new Era, a new world full of darkness, blood, and death. This cannot come to pass, once Briar is infected with the Dark Madness that A has been infecting her with ever since she arrived in Colorado. His sole purpose is to get Briar to go dark taking Kitsune with her. A major tipping point is upon us. A plans to groom and teach Briar to become too powerful for you or any other wolves you would throw at them.

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.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.