Madness Character Novels & Stories

"It's him. It's him. Our hero, man of steel!" Maddison was not just speaking. She was singing. The police officers were helpless. "This person is not under our watch. Let's call a psychiatric hospital..." Maddison was taken away to a psychiatric hospital in a car. … Jade was walking in a particularly awkward posture. "You’re a beautiful woman. Why are you out-toeing when you walk? It’s hideous." Jade was annoyed when she had to face Javier being so mean next to her. "It's all your fault. You tortured me until 3:00 a.m. Do you think I’m made of steel? You almost tire me to death!"

"You enjoy this, don't you? Destroying everything I build." He sets the glass down with a soft click. "If a man is destroyed by pressure, Thomas, he was never a man to begin with." My vision tunnels. "So yes," he finishes, voice smooth as a blade, "I meddled. You aren't fit. I did what had to be done." Before I even register it— My fist slams into his jaw. My mother gasps. The bastard touches his lip, sees the smear of blood, and laughs. A cold, dismissive laugh.

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

She quickly took off her gloves as he sat up. She held his face, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...so sorry" "I'm fine... You were awesome" he smiled bloodily, and she helped him up, both facing Maya. "I dunno what transpired between you and Madden, but know that he's a mad sensitive person. He has chronic anger issues, and he has zero patience... You might have been hearing rumours that he's sick in the head and doubting it, but it's actually true. Madden is insane." Maya glared.

She didn’t even want to think about that last possibility, but she had to consider it. Xavier had gone past insanity. He’d always been that way. Up until his house explosion and the Miami attack, he’d kept his games light. At least for a psycho. But now, everything had taken a detour into the complex labyrinth of his madness. Game after Game. Trick after trick. He had no limits. No truth left his lips. We couldn’t trust anything he said, and we could never lose our focus. Everything, every moment mattered until the end of the game.

“And you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.” Tommy’s eyes finally sharpened. “Jesus, you’ve lost it.” “No,” I said. “But you’re about to. Starting with your freedom.” He flinched—just barely—but it was enough. Madison let out a high-pitched laugh like she thought this was all some twisted soap opera. “Okay, what the hell is going on? What about me?” I turned to her slowly. “I don’t give a fuck what you do, Madison. Maybe try checking yourself into a rehab facility. Get clean. Read a book. Grow a soul.”

Walking nervously in front of that woman, who very firmly held and lightly pulled Sacha's brown hair, while holding a small knife to his neck, which was trembling because of how nervous the woman looked. Recognizing her immediately, Sacha knew it was Maddie, that madwoman who, together with her brother, had tried to drug Luka and him, in the middle of that disastrous party. And that after all that had happened, she had ended up as an insane person in a psychiatric hospital, which made her a very dangerous person.