Madness Sparta Mga Nobela at Kwento

No one listened, as we weren't expecting that crazy pregnant Natasha Martinez to appear. Clearly she's been Manipulated by Xenia but the lady is too foolish to realize it, the feet less lady has already joined the group of insane people and she's yelling, she wants revenge for her dead daughter. The armed men are now shooting without control, they are all under her hypnosis and Master is already getting aggravated. This is no good news Madamé. If Master gets angry, no one here will survive, not even me, Madamé please rush over as only you can calm his aggressions but do well to stay distance away. I do not want you in any danger…”

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

* Betsy could no longer hold back her anger. Valerie clutched at her cheek in shock. I sneered. “Mom only has one son and he’s married to me. What makes you think he’ll just give an apartment away to you? “Do your fans know how shameless you really are behind the scenes, Valerie?” Valerie was furious and looked ready to fight. Betsy and I struggled with her, but in the chaos, I lost my balance and toppled backward, tumbling over the railing! “Naomi!”

“What do you want, Joker? Enough of this Joker madness, what is your name?” He made his way towards me. His hair was damp from the rain, and I couldn't shake off the fact that he had a slight resemblance to Archer. I shook off that feeling and just waited for his response. “Well, Malysh, there's a lot I want, but you're making it very difficult for me. Firstly, why the fuck are you fleeing from Archer when we had an agreement already?” “Because I'm sick and tired of that misogynistic fucker, he only sees me as an object, nothing more nothing less. And I'll be damned to stay even a second longer with such a man. All you men are fuckers, fuck you all.

This didn’t win me any more friends than sports did though, well, except for June. Juniper Maki was my dorm-mate in my second semester, and she was the first person to ever understand me. She saw men how I did, as conquests, challenges to be surmounted by “real women”. She kept a comically large dildo on her desk, and would cut notches in it after each victory. She was working her way up for what she called “the ultimate challenge”. It was called “The Queen of Spades Gauntlet” a no-breaks marathon of pleasure through some house in Atlanta. Apparently a friend of hers organized it a few years back and no one had completed it since. That was all I needed to hear, I knew I would beat it.

“Fuck!“ “ 'Fuck' isn't the word you're supposed to be saying right now, Darrel,“ Aiden growled. “You're supposed to be apologizing to me. Apologize for letting another man touch you. You belong to me. No one else. Is that so hard for you to get through your head?“ He whipped me yet again, harder this time. “Apologize!“ “I'm sorry,“ I pleaded. “For what?“ “For letting another man touch me.“ “Good. Very good.“ Aiden tossed the whip across the room. Then he picked up a melting candle. “What are you doing with that?“ I stuttered. “I'm going to use this candle wax to brand you as mine, Darrel,“ he revealed. “So that you don't ever forget that.“