Madness Character Novels & Stories

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

People online were in an uproar: "Has this woman never seen a man in her past life? Worshipping a trashy Alpha like that?" "Exactly! She got trampled on and still sent them blessings. This is infuriating!" "How can there be such a spineless, foolish woman in this world?" "No wonder her pack got merged with Silver Moon. Her IQ can't handle leadership." The internet was boiling over. Everyone was either furious or sympathetic. Some influencers even reached out, suggesting I do a livestream to share my "heartbreaking story" for views and money.

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.

She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut in terror, not wishing to look at his terrible face but he did not show mercy as he pushed her until her back touched the headboard of the couch and she gasped. “Wanna enjoy the death of your friend? But trust me Alessandra, you wouldn’t like it worse than you can ever imagine, would you?” Tears finally left her eyes when she heard him. He was threatening her at last, showing her his true identity which she has seen many times but now it was proved that a mentally disable person can never be convinced back. Also, There is no confidence in the mood of a madman like him. Now they are something and later they will become something else.

' 'That could be considered treason, watch where you say such things,' Xander replied angrily. 'I only said something because I know you feel the same,' William said. 'You can't tell me you don't think he's off the crocker. Ever since Emma died, he has gone completely insane, wouldn't you say?' William asked. 'Kill every human we meet? That seems rather intense.'

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

She looked like a mental health patient, with her cargo pants and red shirt matching the color of her hair. Observing her environment, it was awkwardly silent, like a ghost city. It was the same place they had been assembled before they were taken back to the city, and the memories she had there kept flashing in her head. Well she can't stand there forever She has to do something. There was her biggest mistake!. As Adriana took a step, a thousand plazzer appeared on her body. little by little, all of Lorenzo's men, began to come out of their hiding place their gun still pointed at her.

She then looked up at me and smiled lightly. "The only question is whether the inside of this cadaver is just as rotten as its previous character."

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”

“They all think I should apologize. They wait for me to beg. To weep. To fall on my knees and cry for forgiveness. But I will not. I can’t. I do not even know how. I was never made for begging. I was made for winning. And I will win again. Even if I have to destroy every last person who doubted me.” “Oh, listen to me. Talking to the walls, pacing these empty floors. No maids, no calls, no friends, no Marcus, no family. Just me and these shadows. Maybe I am mad. Maybe I have always been. But it does not matter. Because madness is not weakness. Madness is freedom. No rules. No limits. No shame. Just me. Just my rage. Just my hunger. And hunger, my dear invisible audience, hunger will always ea