Madness Table Novels & Stories

Soon, the news ended and the hall went quiet, with all the council members, staring at Lord Ericson, who seemed to be deep in thought. “This,” one of them, a female began. “This is bullshit! What does the human race think of us? We are not dogs!” She yelled as she banged her fist on the table so hard that it shook and even the castle seemed to vibrate from her sheer power. The only reason the table didn’t collapse was because it wasn’t made out of wood but a special type of rock. “Calm down lady Mira.” A male spoke as he glanced at her and then at the spot she had banged with her fist. He noticed the dent she had created on the table and shook his head. “We should be looking for a solution—”

“ I grinned, loving the idea. *** The breakfast spread was obnoxiously perfect The assorted delicacies were mouthwatering. Fluffy croissants, carved fruit in tiny spirals, fresh-pressed juice in glass pitchers, and some kind of scrambled egg dish that smelt like paradise. Madden sat at the head of the long marble table, flipping through something on his tablet, black coffee in one hand. I stirred honey into my tea and watched him over the rim of my cup. He hadn’t said a word since I walked in.

She took one hand from the table to run her breasts, kneading the skin and letting the hard nipple play against her fingers. Callista worked patiently, moving the carrot in and out of Madri's wet asshole. At the same time, Madri felt Callista's tongue get more and more insistent, flicking at her clit and dipping into her slit. Madri could feel the tension building inside of her. She moved her hand off of her breast. She was panting and she slammed her hand down hard on the table to ensure that she didn't fall over. Then, it happened. One last delicious pinch from the carrot in her asshole and Madri let out a loud shriek. Every muscle in her body shook and she slumped down over the kitchen ta

"Of course, you can. But first, let's finish our lunch; let's talk when we are full enough." I nod in response and then start having my spaghetti. One of the best things to have when I am a little bit depressed. A little spicy and sweet at the same time. "I have an idea," Mad says as he rolls up his orbs, who seems to be thinking of an idea. "What?" "If you get to finish first, I'll treat you for lunch tomorrow, and if I get to finish first, you'll treat me for lunch tomorrow. Game?"

In entire devastation. My nightmare in fucking 4K. My hand twitched. And then I lost it. I screamed—loud, animalistic, ripped from somewhere deep—and launched the tablet across the room. It shattered against the wall, sparks and glass raining down like fireworks. My desk was next. I swept everything—files, my whiskey glass, the goddamn lamp—onto the floor in one chaotic motion. The crash echoed through the office. Madison ran to the door and froze, hand gripping the knob, eyes wide like she’d just watched me murder someone. Jules stood a few feet from the desk, lips parted, his throat bobbing.

The room has nothing but extravagance, just like any other room I had seen since yesterday. I saw Amaltheo first. His gigantic furry body looked small in this massive room. He was crouching on the floor a few steps away from where Allyssa was seated. I find it odd to look at though. He looked like a domesticated pet seeking patiently for his owner’s attention. I feel like grappling my heart in pity and disbelief. At a rectangular dining table, Madame Maida was seated at the end of the table, Allyssa on the right-hand seats, while Sir John Dave occupied the left-hand seat. I was

She kept her silence, however, and followed behind Claris towards the table with Marva behind her. Once they arrived at the table, Mitzie slightly leaned forward as her eyes widened in wonder. This was no ordinary table. She’d seen crystal balls before, and they had been round globe shaped objects. This looked like a giant rectangular version of one. And in the middle of the glass, she could see four different sets of what appeared to be galaxies.

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****** "What's nonsense....... have you looked properly or you saying it by yourself....." Mr. Hassan barked at the maid standing in front of him. The maid started shivering at his barking. She said to him something big on which Mr. Hassan getting furious is justified. "Yes sir, I properly checked, miss is not in her room...I searched the whole room, but I didn't find her anywhere....." Poor maid says with bowed head getting scared by Mr. Hassan's anger. It is the first time she finds her master getting that much angry. Because Mr. Hassan by nature is soft-hearted neither does he talks loudly with anyone. While Mrs. Yusra is the one who is good at doing this.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"