Madness Table Novels & Stories

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

“But the good news is that my meeting with everyone went well and starting after the party tomorrow, I’m all yours. Unless something comes up with Madhatter Industries which absolutely can’t wait.” “Madhatter Industries?” I see the gears working in Josh’s head, piecing things together. “Wait, your license plate, MDHTTR… expandable insulation…you own Madhatter Industries, don’t you? The company responsible for innovations like the extendable pram, the three-seater baby pack, and the White Rabbit tracking software?”

The Sun Spirit Maiden waved her hand. The man next to her suddenly stretched out his hand with a dazzling white light on it. Then, he patted on the high-grade desk on the Emperor’s left side. Crack! A cracking sound rang out. The top surface of the infinitely solid wooden table was made of marble, yet hundreds of cracks opened up after the attendant slammed the table. The Emperor was instantly stunned. However, the next moment, he saw an even more terrifying scene. The entire table rapidly melted, turned into countless dust and fell on the ground under the inexplicably vigorous white light.

Instead of causing a little out burst like that maid would've if she were in my shoes, I gather up all my sorrow and anguish, tuck it in my back pockets, and take a steady path towards what seems to be a fresh buffet of food near the royal dining table. Maddox grunts as I slowly slide a plate out from it's stack and beginning placing some fresh scrambled eggs all about. I pair it with a slice of ham and assorted fresh fruit with an orange juice to drink. As I think I am about to simply pass Maddox's angry expression, doing my best to ignore him, he slams his fist down on to the table with such might that the granite cracks through the center.

he looked at Kenneth and smiled again, "Theodore will work his magic, and you will fall in love with his cooking." Alec laughed, "I am ready to be impressed," he turned to look at Kenneth, "Aren't you?" Kenneth nodded quietly. ⚔ Later, they headed to the main hall, and this time, it looked slightly cleaner than a few hours ago. Monica, with the help of her son, uncovered the large dining table to reveal fancy white marble and iron chairs. Alec pulled one of the chairs for the king while Monica put the dishes and the drinks on the table.

Ben could feel the metal on his wrists rubbing his skin raw, he wasn't healing which meant the metal was silver, poison to a wolf but incredibly effective at keeping them confined. His eyes were sore as he opened them slowly and tried to look around the room despite the pain in his chest and the pounding in his head.

Felix looked at Maeve, his face filled with suspicion. Maeve saw Felix looking at her and deliberately gave him a gentle smile, but Felix turned away with an icy expression. In the end, he called my number. However, I did not answer. He did not call again, but he sent me a message. Felix: [Maeve is alright now. You'd better figure out how to explain to me why your cake has peanut butter in it.] I did not reply. Felix walked around anxiously because he felt that things were going out of control.

EMBER’S POV I stare at him. Then I look at the people around the table — twenty faces, twenty blank expressions, twenty pairs of eyes watching a woman tied to a chair being told she’s someone’s fated mate by the person who drugged her unconscious and dressed her like a doll, and not a single one of them registers anything beyond polite dinner-party interest. He is insane. Not dangerous-insane the way I’ve dealt with before, not Gale’s abusive cruelty or my mother’s dramatics.

The pain and darkness of the past had completely dissolved. Golden spring sunlight streamed through the window and warmed my skin. The tiramisu Conrad had just brought rested on the coffee table, sweet and tempting. On my phone was the medical report sent by the nurses. “The results came in, Conrad. There’s something I need to tell you.” “Go on.” “Um… don’t get too excited.” Conrad immediately walked over, a hint of tension on his face. “No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you.” I held back a laugh and turned the screen toward him.

Every so often I caught a draft of that perfect bonfire scent and felt somehow elevated. “Perhaps Alpha Austin you would prefer to use the official scribes minutes?” Luna Madeline asked across the black wooden meeting table with a flicker of amusement on her face. Austin ran a hand across his chin. “Not at all Luna Madeline, apologies for interrupting.” The table all turned and spun as Luna Gwyneth let out a giggle. “Dex,” she whispered, apparently he must have said something highly amusing. Luna Madeline’s face remained unimpressed. The meeting table was jet black ebony, round and several metres in diameter. The Alphas and Luna’s sat, the Beta’s all stood.