Madness Deimos Novels & Stories

This isn’t you, calm down. As we stared to each other, his crimson eyes was burning red and its orbs were shining as if it’s scanning all of my inner soul. My heart’s throbbing fast as I looked back at him with my blue sea eyes. “What are you doing?” Finally, I asked without hesitation. His eyes distracted me and I forgot what we’ve been talking about. He moved away from me and replied, “Nothing. Put this one away from your mind. Don’t remember everything what happened.” “You’re really acting weird, Doom. Are you sure you’re still Doom?”

She can't rely on anybody not even her asshole of a father. She hopes he rots in hell! She slowly opened the door to her mom's room after composing herself. She can't let her mother see her negative vibes on things,and especially that Laura's very sensitive feelings now might affect her cancer cells tissues. She was ready with her big smile for Laura but instead she stood there frozen on the spot. Her asshole of a father is sitting beside her mother's bed. Laura is still sleeping. Not that she have any idea if she woke up when her father showed up.

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.

It had been Tom who sent her back on his own. April had no real power anymore. But apparently Tom had forgotten that part. Or maybe, in his mind, he still thought it was Chloe’s fault she was in there. That she’d truly gone mad. April composed herself enough to whimper and say, “maybe…. Maybe all I need is exposure therapy.” He looked at her curiously, “Maybe… I’ve made a monster of her in my memory. I know this might sound crazy, but when she returns…. Can I stay with you two?”

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

The image of that sends my head in a spiral, both of them. I was so close to bursting open that door, my dick was getting too hard for its own good. I needed to do something. I was losing control. I hardly lost control. And the worst part was, the girl that was pulling it from me was just a board door away. This was crazy- entertaining the thought of having her when she was off limits. My past alone should tell me why. But even if Leah Monroe was chained in a cage, dangling over a volcano, I’d still want her.

' 'He knows that we know he's losing his damn mind? 'Anyone could tell that. He's insane. When did it get so bad?' 'I don't know, but be careful what you say. It could get you killed.' The chatter through the link was close to treason, if not enough to get them all hanged. Ben could see the humans lining up on the other side of the city wall. He wouldn't be the first to attack. He couldn't kill innocent humans, not after meeting his mate, not after seeing her face in his dreams and feeling the pull of the bond between them.

No voices warning me to stop. All I feel– all I know– is Deimos. So I let his madness consume me– and I find myself, falling to the abyss, with him.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”