Madness The Rise & Fall Novels & Stories

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

Bella looked across her desk to where Madison sat rigidly before her. Even now, the girl was determined to force an air of defiance in the wake of the disaster she’d instigated. ​ Bella shook her head in distaste. Not only for the detestable young woman sitting before her, but for the undoubtedly unfortunate circumstances that she was sure had pushed Madison to this point. Bella herself remembered that desolate, desperate climb to the top. Clawing your way up from nothing was never pretty but allowing yourself to become so deadened on the inside was no way to live.

I looked up at her. “At these dosages, combined with the lithium levels recorded here, your central nervous system should have shut down years ago. You should be in an irreversible coma. You shouldn’t be able to stand, speak, or fool a room full of asylum wardens.” The firelight flickered across her pale face. “Maybe I’m stronger than they thought.” “No.” I rose and crossed toward her. “Pharmacology doesn’t care about willpower, little bird. Chemistry is absolute.” I took her hand.

They looked like the fucking apocalypse was tap-dancing on our rooftop. My words died in my throat. “Sir,” Madison gasped out first, heels clicking as she rushed forward, tablet in hand. Her voice trembled. “Sir, you need to see this. Our stock just plummeted by fifty percent. It’s already everywhere—the news just broke ten minutes ago.”

The champagne makes everything feel soft and distant, like I'm watching someone else's life unfold. Hours pass in a haze. I drift in and out of sleep, waking occasionally to sip more champagne or pick at the gourmet meal they bring me. The cabin stays dim and quiet, and for a while, I can pretend I'm anywhere else. When I finally wake up properly, the sun is setting outside my window. The flight attendant tells me we're beginning our descent into Abuja, and my heart starts racing again. I press my face to the window and watch the city spread out below us. Even from this height, I can see the familiar patterns – the wide roads, the sprawling markets, the mix of modern buildings and traditiona

A raw, piercing sob tore from her throat, as if she were reliving unspeakable terror and humiliation. "It was Jason... he went insane. He completely lost his mind in the infected zone." Through tears, she poured out accusation after accusation. "He refused to obey orders. Then, he smashed the outer airlock valve and deliberately threw in a concussion grenade. He brought a zombie horde down on us from miles around, trying to murder Wade and me!" Right on cue, Wade jumped in, voice filled with righteous outrage. "And that's not all! Before Jason went crazy, he stole the original serum antibodies, and our entire team almost died trying to recover.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

“Is it your city and your people that bound you to stay in that god forsaken cave?!” Slowly descending into madness as he saw his own plan ruined before his eyes, Isaac run his fingers through his hair, slowly pulling it aside and clicking his tongue. “This won’t do. I have done so much for you. I know, I know that while there is no god in this world, you can be the god!”