Madness Xionic Novels & Stories

Why give me time to breathe when everything could just be pushed forward at once? I slipped the phone back into my pocket, my jaw tightening. This night just kept getting fucking better. Between the warehouse and that message, the irritation sitting in my chest had already turned into something sharper, something heavier. I needed to get rid of it before it built into something worse. And I knew exactly how I usually did that. I got back into my car after giving Vinny a few more instructions and drove off, not heading home, not heading anywhere that had expectations attached to it. I just needed a distraction, something simple, something that didn’t require thinking.

"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.

There’s venom in Tom’s voice when he says this. “These are the messages shared by Miss. Sunday to my client. My client had been institutionalized at the time and wasn’t able to respond.” Victor showed the online messages with April lounging in a bikini against Tom who was laying with sunglasses on in his swim trunks with no shirt. “The message attached says : we hope you’re enjoying all the needles and tests. Next time don’t get in our way – then there’s a winky emoji.” Tom reaches to take the photo but Victor pulls it back too quick and leaves it on the table before picking up another, “May 30th – Tommy feels bad that we’re having so much fun together. He’s asked me to hire some nurses to s

Julius said to his mother. "Stop lying for him!" Betsy shot back. "That woman is Samantha Knox. Her son is already sixteen, and he looks just like your dad! "I can't believe you’re on his side!" she added, glaring at him. Julius opened his mouth to explain, but just then, Rourke woke up. He immediately reached out and grabbed Betsy's hand. "Don't leave me, Betsy," he pleaded. She frowned, but just then, the doctor walked in.

I got to meet him a couple of times. In his residency year, Ben performed a groundbreaking surgery that made his fame rise from the dead. He became one of the best neurosurgeons in the country, and his nickname shifted from the Mad Boy to the Mad Doctor. The world never forgot. He was also rumored to be asexual and hated physical touch, he hadn't had a sexual relationship with a woman since he got out of rehab. They said he was sick in the head, a psychopath like his uncle. Brutal. Dangerous. Someone to stay away from. My mom said they were right, and that was why she never let him come near me.

“Of course I wouldn’t. Even if it could lay egg, they are still their own being. It is up to them to control their body.” “I see,” whispered Xenon who then stood up, coughing again that worried her but he waved his hand when she stood up, telling her not to flow him, “I’m alright. Just go on with your work.” “Alright…” whispered Hannah, frowning and was confused why suddenly Xenon had felt distant with her. That same night, Hannah was sleeping on her bed when she listened the noise that was so loudly against her ears, waking her up. As her eyes snapped opened, she was shocked to find the two men near her.

Saxon is not in though, but he's the one who left the bottled water for me. Crazy how I need anxiolytics and antidepressants now to stay grounded. It's been thorns and nails living without Xaia these past years, but it's even harder knowing there is no end to the tunnel. First things first, I take my meds before settling to flip through the documents. They are more familiar reports from the centre regional packs. Sason bursts in just then with his iPad stuck to his face. ‘‘There your are!’’ ‘‘What's all these?’’ I ask him, referring to the content of the documents even though I'm just about to go through them.

Can't you just behave? Sofia leaned weakly against Vincenzo's chest and let out a few soft coughs before saying weakly, "Vincenzo, don't be mad. Isabella is just heartbroken. Why don't I talk to her properly and have her go back to rest?" As soon as her words fell, a deafening explosion erupted, shaking the entire dock violently. The searchlights overhead swayed precariously. From the nearby containers that hadn't yet fully collapsed came the piercing screech of twisting metal, and a massive sheet of metal hurled straight toward the three of them.

It wanted him gone—erased, annihilated—because in his voice was a plea strong enough to crack the shell of madness that had become my skin. I raised my hand, claws dripping with the blood of kin—my kin. The ichor clung to me like guilt made flesh, slick and steaming in the dying light. My fingers trembled, not from weakness, but from a frenzied ecstasy I no longer recognized as my own. A thousand voices shrieked in my mind—some pleading, some laughing, some mine. I couldn't tell. My heart thrashed in my chest, a beast trying to claw its way free. And yet, even as madness devoured me whole, I found myself whispering—not a spell, not a curse, but a name: "Xavier."

I slammed the door and came out I started smoking to control my anger he came into room Me : what xion : are you mad how can you hit that little girl Me : do you think I did that wantedly she is getting in my nerves what deficit I did to her I'm treating her like a queen I'm giving everything to her still she wants to die xion : did you forgotten what you did to her yesterday you behaved like a animal with her Me : she is triggering my anger what I need to do