Madness Xionic Novels & Stories

If Mason really could not afford to wait around, why would he be in a mood for pizza here? "I'll give you an answer, then. No. I won't go." Mason smiled cruelly and scoffed. "Do you think I won't touch you in public? Or did you think I'm just bluffing because you're a doctor and have powerful connections? "Well, you're wrong. I'm Mason Jacobs, a prodigy of the Eight Great Martial Families. I can crush you effortlessly in every way, so I suggest you wise up." Getting no response as Felix walked away, Mason cracked his neck. "You're the first to dare ignore me ever since I became famous. After midnight, you won't even get a chance to regret your words."

“We’re here to take the girl up to see Alpha Michaels.” “No!” Madison screamed at the guard, “I said I didn’t do anything to her! If you touch me, you’re in violation of the Alliance. I’ll have you tossed out of the region so fast it’ll make your furry fucking tail spin.” All of a sudden, Madison’s mania came into focus. If Madison saw Xavier now, especially in the state that she was in, she was a goner. Awful excuse for a person though she was, Ava couldn’t have whatever Xavier would do on her conscience.

and then jumping straight to this moment. Madman's eyes looked straight at me, as if they could look into my heart. I froze for a moment, until I heard him ask again. "Who is Xavier? "Xavier? I tried to think, a want to feel confused, just like I do math Olympiad in primary school can not do that. "Do I know him? I asked. "You know," Madman said without thinking. I saw Hansel seem to be trying to stop him, but he went on. "Xavier is the Alpha of the Sin Pack, and his name is Williams."

"Shut up!" Maeve probably had her heart broken by her father just now. She did not care that she was beaten until the corners of her mouth started to bleed. She turned her face and continued to yell at the car, "Josiah, your wife is really sick, but it's not because of me me, it's you. Do you think that if you kill the Xander Corporation and buy her a bunch of flowers she likes, you can heal her sickness? Impossible!" "Maeve, you're still talking?!" Mister Xander pulled her away from the car angrily, and apologized to Josiah, "I'm sorry Mister Josiah, she is really sick, crazy..."

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.

I say, feeling more panic. The man pats my shoulder. “As I said, friends. I know this all seems messed up right now, but I promise it will make sense soon. Come, let’s get you in the car.” The Adam guy helps me while the Fletcher one gets in the front seat. The man sits next to me. As we drive the man looks through my records, swearing as he does so. “So yes to electro then?” The Fletcher guy asks “Antipsychotics, sedatives, and other laundry lists of drugs,” he replies. “She has so much of it in her system that if she was human she would be drooling in a corner right now.”

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

brushing his hair back, Jason realized how messy he had become with this whole sick Mate situation… … he cared more about Ryan than he wanted to admit, and those feelings were getting to him more and more each day… “… forget about the Full moon! I’ll go back right away after the New Year's party! No one will be able to complain if they don't know about it!” If he could, Jason would pat himself on the back for his smart decision. “Wow! The doc wasn't wrong, the right medication works wonders!” Yet, despite all the things he was saying, Jay couldn't just ignore Ryan as if he weren't there. So, before sitting down on the opposite couch, he checked on the Human’s fever once again, reassuring him

“Yes, but you're no good to us dead. You need to rest.” “You don't understand, I can't physically rest until she's back. As each day passes, I feel emptier and emptier. I don't know how long I can continue to hold out anymore. I need our mate back.” He said, looking at Jace and Jackson in the eyes. Jackson sighed. “We feel the same way but I think you have it much worse than us. Something's wrong with you, Jaxon. I think you need to see a doctor.” “I need to see Mia. Once we find her, I'll be back to normal,” Jaxon paced around the room and ran his hand through his hair. “Ever since I imagined catching a scent of her in that town, it's like I've gone mad.”

Laughing too loud at something someone said. Smiling with too much teeth. Too much effort. Trying too hard. She hadn’t seen him yet. But everyone else had. Old Hank gave him a slow nod. Jake stiffened like trouble just walked in. And then Mads nudged her. “Alli,” she said under her breath. And when Alli turned— Their eyes met. Everything else went quiet. Not literally—the jukebox still played, some drunken guy laughed in the corner, and someone hollered for another pitcher—but in his world?