Madness Sanford Novels & Stories

Quando eu ia a caminho da cozinha a música na rádio parou de tocar e, de repente, ouviu-se uma voz: ‘’Interrompemos agora a nossa pausa musical para novamente alertar toda a população sobre o perigo que anda à solta: o menino psicopata, como ele foi apelidado, ainda não foi detido. Ele atende pelo nome de Sander, veste uma camisola azul e calças brancas e usa sandálias pretas, segundo descrição da avó. Ele é muito perigoso, apesar da pouca idade.‘’ Fiquei pasma com o que tinha ouvido, não queria acreditar! Permaneci à porta da cozinha a ouvir.

"I... I failed... I failed again... I failed to protect her..." MADISON'S POV* Where... Where am I? What's this? Why...? The last time I knew was that I'm in my room... At Jordan's house and drink.. the new prescribed medication.. Am I being abducted? I tried to move but my hands are tied at my back, as well as my arms that's tied below my breast. And my baby... Is my baby alright? Where the fuck am I? Looking around, I think I saw this before. Where does people that's been abducted is being sent?

Adam's POV "Tell me you've managed to get it done," I told Sally as I walked out of yet another impromptu meeting with an investor. Madeline's scandal had caused me a headache. A huge headache, the size of Everest. I always knew she was crazy, I just never thought I'd bear the brunt of her insanity- again. "We're working on it-" Sally said and I resisted the urge to yell. I was sure she was trying. I just didn't like that it took too fucking long!

The doctor, a middle-aged man wearing wire-frame glasses and looking quite serious, held a report in his hands as he addressed Colin with a grave tone. "Mr. Fuller, Ms. Sanders' condition is... concerning." Colin's heart plummeted as he asked urgently, "What do you mean? Dr. Humphrey, what's wrong with Gwyneth?" Jeffrey Humphrey frowned deeply, his eyes behind the lenses looking grave. "Ms. Sanders has multiple external injuries. While none are life-threatening, it's clear she suffered abuse." He paused before continuing, "What's more worrying is Ms. Sanders' mental state. She's extremely distressed, having suffered severe trauma with highly unstable emotions. The preliminary diagnosis is ac

My legs feel unsteady, so I grip the frame for support, the cold glass grounding me for just a second. “What did the doctor say?” I whisper, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. Ryder drags a hand through his already dishevelled hair, exhaling a deep, shaky breath. His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Serena’s dark magic was strong… too powerful. We lost four of our babies.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. “The doctor barely managed to save two.” I flinch as if struck, my breath catching in my throat. For a moment, it feels like my body has been wrenched from reality and thrown into a nightmare.

“Do you have any idea what kind of man he is? You think a man like Aariz Seikh Pataudi could ever belong to someone like you? Darling, you’re nothing but a… distraction. Pretty, yes. Innocent, sure. But in his world, innocence doesn’t last.” Timtim’s grip on the lunchbox trembled. “I… I don’t understand…” “Oh, you will.” Sana’s eyes glimmered coldly. She leaned in, her lips almost brushing Timtim’s ear. “Stay away from him. Or I promise you, I can do things to break that little heart of yours. You won’t even know where the pain came from.” Timtim’s breath hitched. Her throat felt tight, and the smile she had been carrying all morning vanished into thin air. She had come here with so much exc

“You fucking told me Salma is in fucking Sudan!” Madison did not respond immediately. It was clear she had no idea what I was talking about through my shout over the phone. So I shut my eyes as tightly as I could to suppress my rage, and said as slowly as I could manage. “Salma is meant to be in fucking Sudan! What the hell is she doing in… in my meeting with Baylor Hospital?” “I don't know,” her voice held her confusion, “maybe her flight got delayed?” “Her flight… that makes no sense, Madison.”

At the end of our shifts, Madison comes up to me again. "Still no news from Stanley?" I ask coyly. "Nope. This is so bad. I hope he is taking care of himself," Madison says. I groan. "Stanley is a groan man, Madison." Sadness flickers in her eyes. "I know he is, but..." "But what?" "Stanley is diabetic so if he doesn't eat properly or take his insulin, it could kill him," Madison says. Oh my god, don't tell me...

The Sanders Group's stock had taken a three-point hit from the scandal—not too shabby. Madeline was dead set on making sure the Sanders Group's reputation took a nosedive in the public eye. When the scandals started piling up, that was when they would trash the Sanders Group's image. Colton's eyes lit up when he heard her plan. "Awesome! If you need any help, just give me a shout, okay?" Madeline flashed a sly grin and tossed out another thanks. "I'll visit Sir Swanson myself to apologize." She could not just show up without a peace offering, though. She had to score something nice before she could face Jared.

His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation. Carlos Malos, the second inmate, was a figure that filled Athena with disgust and revulsion. His vile acts of pedophilia and the harm he inflicted upon five innocent young girls were unfathomable. Learning about his diagnosis of obsessive-compulsive disorder only added to the complexity of his disturbed psyche. The fact that he would face the death penalty in a mere two months was a stark reminder of the gravity of his crimes.