Madman Marvel Novels & Stories

We both may be crazy. Entering into the small coffee shop, we take a seat and give the waitress our orders. The man doesn’t speak until our orders arrive. “So,” I say when the waitress leaves. The man grins, chuckling softly. “Well I see you’re not one for chit chat,” he says, amusement again on his face. “Good news is you’re not insane. The bad news is all that you think is a hallucination isn’t. It did happen. Last night you did see your body contort into something else until you blacked out from the trauma, pain, and the beast taking over.”

draven gives out a soft smile then what are we waiting for let's prepare. why the rush? i forgot to mention something she's a bit rude so u will also have to control your temper by the time we get there to avoid waisted efforts Lisa says. "well will see about that" ( stands up and leaves) . MAURIEL ABDUCTORS: This is Madness Madness something has to be done about this, i need answers i can't keep loosing lives( he said in anger) we need to make her pay for wat her Grandfather did

“Better they call me a madman than let anyone touch what’s mine.” Her cheeks flamed, her heart betraying her fury with its reckless pounding. She had never seen him so unrestrained, so primal. And in that moment, Timtim realized something terrifying—Aariz wouldn’t just fight for her. He would burn down the world for her.

I hate feeling stupid. Then the pictures punch me in the head. Loud metal noises. Chains. Big ones. They wrap around a man’s arms. A big man. Huge. I can’t see his face. It’s just dark and angry and hurting. And there’s a wolf too. A giant one. Screaming. Screaming like something is pulling its heart out. The sound goes in my stomach and twists it and I wanna throw up. I grab my hair ’cause I want it to stop but it won’t. It never stops when I want it to.

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

When Harold groans in pain, I figure out Marcus is about to kill Harold with his fist. "Marcus!" I stop his arm from aiming but he pushes me causing my body to fall on the floor. I heard footsteps from behind. It's Marcus's friends. They're trying to stop Marcus but no one can stop the beast, letting out his madness like an enraged monster. "YOU DARE TOUCH MY WOMAN?!!" "Marcus please stop!!" I yelled but no effect. Seeing him venting his anger to someone that I hate, is satisfying. However, seeing him getting wrecked by his own dilemma is breaking my heart into pieces.

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.

“You should be very afraid of me, Yrah. Do you know why they call me The Destroyer? Because I destroy women. I destroy their tiny little vaginas until they get loose and bloody, then I go find the next pussy.” Yrah covered her mouth and stared at him. Then she laughed. “Oh, Gresso, you fucking idiot. Whatever you say, Mr. Destroyer Man. My door is open to you. Come and fuckin’ destroy me if you’ve got the balls. Hell, do it tonight.” “Fuck off,” he snarled. She snorted. “Nice comeback, ace. All right, I gotta take a long, hot shower and scrub myself clean. Clean and pretty for you. I’ll be waiting, Gresso.”

he asked calmly, like they were in a fucking science class. Noa didn’t answer. The man smiled thinly. “It’s old tech. Illegal in most countries now. Banned by the UN. But here…” His smile widened. “Here, we don’t give a shit about laws.” He stepped closer, holding the silver key out. “It’s not for a door,” he said. “It’s for your mind.” Noa’s breath hitched. “You’re insane.” “Maybe. But I’m not the one Alessio’s obsessed with.”

And not just that, he'd made someone plant drugs in my room to prove that I was really mentally unstable. A year later, I squinted as the blinding lights of the morning sun hit my face the moment as I slowly stepped through the heavy doors of the mental health unit, clutching the small plastic bag that contained my clothes, looking for him. My mate, My husband. My Alpha. Kirk. I soon spotted his tall figure, leaning against the black SUV with arms crossed over his perfectly sculpted chest. Tall, disgustingly handsome. He looked perfect, but he was a demon set loose from hell in the skin of an Alpha.