Madness Sanford Novels & Stories

All I could feel was the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Love? She had shoved the person she loved the most into the abyss just to satisfy her foolish fantasy of playing the hero. Was that what love was supposed to be? With the Sand family's wealth, the autopsy report came back quickly. "Ms. Sand, my condolences." The doctor gulped and pointed to the data in the report, his voice low. "After the examination, we found that Mr. Lane was injected with an extremely large dose of illegal hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs before his death. The drugs were extremely pure, and they put a huge strain on his heart. On top of that, Mr. Lane was most likely struggling violently and in fear at the time, whic

“Miss Mandy, do you have a thing for taken men?” Mandy’s smile froze. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I’m dating Liz. Anyone with a working brain could see that. So either your intelligence is severely lacking, or you enjoy chasing after taken men. Which is it?” Out of the corner of his eye, William noticed a familiar figure standing by the door. His brow arched slightly, though his face remained unreadable. Tears welled up in Mandy’s eyes. “Dr. Sanders, I didn’t know you were seeing Liz. If I’d known, I never would’ve brought you those pastries. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“You can say that again, baby. That is why we must act fast before that mad boy regains his sanity. I am going to steal more. I don’t mind wrecking Fanny through his spend-thrift daughters.” “Wow! This is money!” Salsa was still drowned in excitement, “Listen up, dear, Brian will never regain his sanity. Is he nicknamed the most violent mad man for nothing? Melissa can go on wasting her energy and love on that mad boy until he chokes her to death. Besides, she is just a poor vegetable seller of yesterday. Who is she to make Brian regain his sanity? Five years is just by the corner and her contract marriage will elapse, and she will be kicked back to the street where she belongs while we keep

--- While Spencer was seriously eating his breakfast with his women, he suddenly turned his gaze to a maid carrying a bowl coming up the stairs so he immediately called her. "Hey! Where are you taking that?" he asks the maid with a frown. "In Miss. Madrigal's room, Master Spencer." The maid replied nervously. Spencer's forehead furrowed even more causing him to stand up and then go near the maid. "What does that thing going to do there?" He wondered and questioned. He had no idea what had happened to River. "Miss. Madrigal has a fever. Master Spencer." Maid short answer. The frown on his forehead intensified as he seemed unable to believe what he had heard.

the man said in an angry voice "I can assure you that this is only a misunderstanding" he said "Misunderstanding when I watched the video, am not stupid Madison, your son almost killed your daughter if she is not yet dead, Saul is the only person we trust to run the Madison Industry but looking at his behavior, I have to the conclusion that he is no longer fit to run the company, I want to withdraw my shares" "Mr Andrews, please calm down, surely it hasn't come to that, if it comes to the point where Saul can no longer run the company, I will ran it myself"

The next day, Madison went to work but is still thinking about the incident yesterday. Madison couldn’t forget about the man she saw who disappeared in a speed of light. It gave her goosebumps all night. “Hey!” “Holly molly! What?” Madison almost skipped a heartbeat because of shock when her doctor gay friend, Charlie, tapped her on the back. “Girl! You got to stop drinking coffee! You don’t look pretty anymore, what’s the stress honey?” “I survive because of coffee. What are you doing here?”

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I had just finished performing a surgery and was very tired. Just as I was going to go to sleep, I could hear Jack and Ethan's voice coming from outside. "Sofia Jones! Come out!" "You fraud! How dare you cheat on me?!" They were so loud that the surrounding patients and doctors looked in their direction. Before I could even go out and see what was happening, I heard one of the patients tell them to control their voice, but my father-in-law Ethan kicked her to the ground instead.

"Madison. What are you doing here?" "Working, obviously." She made a show of examining her manicure. "Daddy's company has a partnership with Hartley Group. He thought an internship would look good on my resume." Her eyes narrowed. "The real question is what are you doing here?" "Same as you," I said evenly. "Working." "Really?" Madison's lips curled into a smirk. "Because the last I heard, the Ashford name was toxic. Your daddy's in prison, your family's broke, and you—" She paused for effect. "—you were the punch line of every joke in Manhattan."

He realized that Stefany's courage and determination were extraordinary. In the large, antique-style mansion belonging to the Madison family, a tense atmosphere enveloped that morning. Mr. Frank Madison, a stern-faced man with a thick moustache that was always neatly groomed, stood in the living room with his face flushed red. He had just found out that his daughter, Stefany, had gone to church alone, without being accompanied by anyone. "Emily! How could you let Stefany go alone?" Mr. Frank's voice echoed throughout the room, describing the burning anger within him.