Madness Table Novels & Stories

"Don't just sit on your ass, go and help your mother." I smile as Xavier strides over to help me. I pat him on the back in thanks as he reaches for the plates and brings them to the table. We all sit together, the clatter of forks and plates mixing with the soft murmur of conversation. Steam rises from the spaghetti but I barely notice it. My eyes wander over my family, taking in the effortless ease of being together. I'm the luckiest woman alive. I’m loved in ways I never imagined, cherished in ways I never deserved, and I am forever Their Beautiful Madness—the wild, sacred chaos of two souls who made their home in mine.

The moment it settled in place, Elias came barreling in like a cannonball. The vase crashed under the impact, shattering instantly. Time seemed to freeze. I closed my eyes and whispered two desperate words, "Get out." At dinner, my mother noticed my sour mood and asked what had happened. Normally, Elias would have been the first to start chattering, but he was unusually quiet. My mother grew more suspicious, her gaze flicking between us, and she nudged my arm, lowering her voice. "What happened? Did you and Elias fight? Oh, come on, you two should get along. Whatever it is, tell me. Maybe I can help fix it."

In front of me is a large round mahogany table with what I bet is a Ming vase atop it, filled with a beautiful flower arrangement of russet colors and greens. It's breathtaking. “Welcome to my home. I’m real sorry Madison, I don’t know what I was thinking.” This time he actually looks sincere, and I thaw. Slightly. Don’t think I’ll get over his action that easy because I won’t. This guy has got a lot of work to do. “Thanks, but you know I don’t want to be here, right?”

Those who know that the woman under my roof was chased away and might have been killed by Morozov’s men, I note who smirks. I file those names away, too. I will take great pleasure in wiping the smiles away. All in good time. I let my fork clatter to my plate. I’m full, no one’s asking for stock tips, and it’s too loud. Too stuffy. I push my chair back. Some nobody on the table casts me a look and slides his gaze meaningfully towards the gentlemen on the table . I raise an eyebrow. He lifts his eyes to the ceiling. He understands how it is. I don’t answer to him.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Hold it right there young lady. What's up with the mood so early?” The young lady stopped on her tracks and snapped her head to the older lady. “How can I be in a good mood when Kelvin is busy making the biggest mistake of his life?! Kelvin has gone Insane already!” Jessica barked in fury. Her eyes were all puffed up, a sign of crying all night. Right after she had left Kelvin's home, she couldn't think straight all night long. The image of Maya on his bed alone made her almost go nuts. Madison placed her glass down on the table. She closed the magazine she had been engrossed in and stood up to her feet.

Susanna had her back ramrod straight and her gf size only on Marcus. "How are we going to do that?" "You know how much work went into this!" "What about the cancellation money?" I scoffed at that comment. Marcus' smirked turned up a notch. He stared fixated at me, our eyes locked for a while.. I nodded. He turned towards the rest of the table. "We have a Moonstone at the table." He said, enunciating each word and placing extra stress on Moonstone. The silence that followed his words let his words sink.

There was a conversation inside that made him shiver all over. The recipient's ID was "Dr. Chance". Winona: [Are the blood test results ready? Don't give away any clues.] Dr. Chance: [They're ready. All the indicators match the clinical manifestations of leukemia.] Dr. Chance: [If Mr. Payne wants to access the original data, I have a backup here. He won't find out.] Winona: [That's good. We'll postpone it for another two months. Once Hazel's child is born and the bone marrow matching is done, everything will be settled.]

Somewhere deep in me, I wished to just be a regular student with regular problems. Madison and I found a table in the corner of the cafeteria, and to my surprise, Marcus joined us a few minutes later, Maddy trying her best to hide the biggest smile on planet earth. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, his tray in hand. "The usual table is... a bit much right now." "Of course," Madison said quickly, then coughed awkwardly when she realized how eager she sounded. "I mean, yeah, that's cool. Sit wherever."

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"

They were actively leveraging their own survival against her mind. “Cease the madness. My boots will track to the Lawson line, understood?” Madison was entirely numbed by the relentless lunacy of their behavior. She had inhabited the Gillian shanty for less than two moon cycles, and her mental fortitude was already on the verge of a total collapse.