Madness Table Novels & Stories

Rose’s eyes snapped behind her and she quickly darted her eyes back to Mona, “What’s that?” “Magic,” Mona said at once, “I could feel magic.” “Damn it. It must be them,” Starvos said with a click of his tongue that raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean them?” She inquired, feeling that they don’t have enough time, she quickly walked toward the table, pulling the powdered painkillers which the Master had given to her early in the afternoon.

I said then I was scratching my head so Nale suddenly elbowed me and then poked me. "Ayieee, it looks like it has a label." He said then the madman laughed, thank you he is my friend. "Let's celebrate over there at that table." Psyche suddenly answered and we immediately went to the table that Psyche was talking about. "I'll order." I told them all to sit down. "I'll come with you." "Let's go." Suddenly Psyche and Erah said at the same time who were also standing now looking at me. "Guess what that is." Nale said as if he was surprised or not, he might be pissed!

In the mafia game, enemies only get to you once you have a weakness, so it's better not to have one at all or else you'll fall short. She suddenly dropped on her knees and took off my towel. I stared down at her, waiting for her next move. She grabbed my dick and immediately put it inside her mouth. “Fuck.” I cursed as she started to suck me off. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started thrusting deeper into her, my head dropped back as I enjoyed her warm mouth. She gagged but I didn't give a fuck, I fucked her mouth harder and faster. And she took it like the little whore that she is. “Fuckkk.” I cursed out loud as I came into her mouth. She swallowed everything and licked her lips.

In the dim bar lights, we took our seats on a couch, and the manager brought us a line of male escorts for us to choose from. I pulled out a stack of cash and tossed them onto the table. “Get me the best-looking ones, none of those worn-out guys!” The manager eagerly brought over a few new faces to the front. I clicked my tongue. “Is that it? I thought you said there were two stunners here?” Betsy turned her diamond ring with a knowing glint in her eye. The manager nodded. “Don’t worry, those two will be here any second!” So we waited. After a while, no one appeared. I sighed.

"They’re shorting our stock, Madison. We’re losing billions every hour! What the hell are you doing just sitting there?" Jonathan Jr. slammed the tablet onto the obsidian desk. The glass screen cracked under the force, but the bleeding red numbers remained visible, a jagged downward slope of a dynasty's wealth. "I’m working, JJ. Screaming doesn't fix a decimal point."

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Lucas’s POV There are two kinds of madness. The kind that sneaks in through the cracks. And the kind that kicks the door off its hinges and dares you to stop it. I didn’t sneak into Selina’s evening; I kicked the fucking door. The maître d’ was halfway through explaining that the restaurant was fully booked for private parties, but I didn’t hear him. My eyes were already locked on the far table near the back terrace. Candlelight. Wine. A soft jazz quartet playing in the background. The whole fucking scene straight out of a high-society fairy tale.

“There’s over two million across these accounts. Are you playing or not?” The more desperate someone is to win their money back, the easier it is for them to lose. I knew that. She knew that. However, she’d already lost her rationality, so none of it mattered to her anymore. I sat back down. “Alright. Let’s keep going.” This time before rolling, Taylor gave a wink to Josh across the room. He caught the signal instantly and walked over to me, trying to distract me with constant chatter. “Maisie, when did you even learn dice? You’re really good at this.”

"We will take our leave now. But we will be back." The heavy doors clicked shut behind them, leaving a suffocating tension in the room. Madison stood frozen for a heartbeat, her lips moving in a silent, frantic rhythm. "No... no, no... NO!" With a scream of pure, unadulterated rage, she grabbed the conference desk phone and smashed it off the table, the plastic shattering against the marble. "NOOOOO!" Hemist tried to speak, but Madison turned on him like a cornered wolf. "GET OUT! OUT NOW! YOU FUCKING TWATS!"

"Damn it!" Hank grabbed his foot, hopping around in pain. As he jumped, he let out a series of yelps. Miranda put on a look of surprise. "Oh, I'm so sorry. My hand slipped. But I'm sure getting hit is not a big deal to you because of your thick skin, right?" Seeing this, Madison turned and picked up a table. That was where her weight came in handy. She had an insane amount of strength! Dumbfounded, Hank stared at her in shock. "W-What are you doing?"