Madness Character Novels & Stories

His face was pale, but he worked hard to maintain the grim, stoic expression of a 'disabled hero. "Ms. Cole, tell us—what exactly happened in the high-infection zone? Why did Captain Kane suddenly detonate a concussion grenade?" A reporter in the camp commander's pocket asked the question, delivering the question loudly and exactly as scripted. The instant Jasmine heard my name, she began to shake. A raw, piercing sob tore from her throat, as if she were reliving unspeakable terror and humiliation.

What kind of man is this Welbert, Don Adonis? "You're crazy too! What kind of person are you for don adonis huh?!" She shouted here and Welbert pulled her hair so tightly that Aiya was hurt too much. I'm standing now but my head still hurts, is it my fault that his mouth is bad if he can speak. My anger issues are getting worse. "Who ordered you to shoot me, huh?! You have no respect, so why should I respect you?" He said then the madman laughed while the sharp object he was holding was still on his neck.

****** "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.

He is crazy about Heer, he does not feel ashamed at all for doing such a thing, but is proud of him. This is a slightly shocking case, but a matter of extreme frightening. More dangerous than an angry person is the passion of a crazy person. And now Heer has understood that Sanam's obsession speaks on his head. This passion of Sanam has kept him under his control.

“We lost her sister a while ago and Maddie hasn’t been interested in much. Tonight was the first time she wanted to go out. She wants you and that’s the first time she’s wanted someone in the last few months. Don’t get discouraged. Madison is weird. If she asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, let her know. Some guys can’t handle her in bed. She’s used to it. I’m sure she’ll try to be as vanilla as possible the first time.” “Wait.” I could feel the blood rush out of my face. “She’s drunk, not really into me. She’ll regret tryin’.” Holy fuck! I didn’t know she’d be so direct. Madison couldn’t handle me. She was too small. Too fragile. Too… human.

“Yeah, I'd in fact choose a minor over you. It's my choice to make and I've made it. Now will that help set your sluggish brain cells? You're strictly here for business purposes and nothing more. The faster you understand that and stick to it, the easier things get for you.’’ Levi read out, not failing to induce his anger in every word. “You will regret this. I swear it, Levi. And I'm not done yet. I see you grew some wings during my quiet time.’’ Maddison directed at me, scratching her hair roughly. “This dumb bitch is unaware of what she's gotten herself into. No one dares mess with Maddison and go scott free.’’ She screamed like a wounded dog. “She's crazy.’’ The words rolled off my lips

Determined to try harder this time, she ran through the back of the building checking to see if she could find him but everywhere she checked, she couldn't find anyone. He was prolly gone, with his bicycle and… “Fuck!” Madison cursed, as she walked back to the entrance, her shoulders hunched as her tears blurred her vision. A single tear rolled down her cheeks as she tried to hold herself together, but it was useless at the moment. Whoever this person was, Madison couldn’t tell, but she was being used as a game in whatever was being planned. A pawn! And it was evident that whoever was behind this, clearly enjoyed torturing, and threatening her, also making her look like an idiot at the same

Kian had completely lost his mind. The psychological hint that Charlie had imprinted in his mind was enormously strong, and the same phrase kept replaying in his mind, “Fill your belly! Fill your belly!” The three guys were in great despair. They jumped on him and desperately wanted to pull him away, but he lay on the floor like a mad dog, cursing and eating. The warden finally arrived with a few doctors. Even the doctors who were used to seeing mental patients were frightened by this bizarre scene.

We scattered fragments of ourselves in each place—scraps of fabric, chalk marks with no pattern, symbols that meant nothing. Ian muttered as he dropped a torn piece of his sleeve onto the playground slide. “Feels stupid.” “That’s the point,” Madison said, scanning the street with her binoculars. “He can’t catalogue nonsense.” I added quietly, “Or if he tries, it wastes his time.” --- The second layer came from ourselves. Madison, once the most precise of us, started acting impulsively. Not careless—just suddenly, startlingly decisive. Choosing paths without consulting us, making moves we didn’t expect even as her teammates.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.