Maniac Novels & Stories

“It’s preposterous to think that one man, any one man or woman, could know the minds of all human beings. He would have had to be omniscient, omnipresent, omni everything for that to be true. So why do people still buy into the ramblings of a coke head? Well, a heroin addict in his case?” No one spoke as they stared at the screen, but I was wondering what my nut was up to. I have no idea what she was working on since her shit makes my eyes twitch, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good for my ass. Usually, when she goes off on a tangent, there’s some shit coming behind it that makes my life not as pleasant as it was the day before. Mancini was grinning from ear to ear and tapping away at the

“Brandon. Nice to finally put a face to the name.” Brandon hesitated then shook his hand, “Likewise.” Scott was next. He clapped a hand on Brandon’s shoulder with a shit-eating grin. “Ah, the infamous big brother. I gotta say, I love the disapproving scowl. It’s a classic.” Brandon just stared at him, unimpressed. “And you are?” “Scott Mancini,” he introduced himself, grinning. “Married, father of two, criminal mastermind.” Brandon’s frown deepened.

I changed into my hostel wear and plopped on my bed. "Yo bro, you look like you're about to shoot someone with a rifle". I looked up at Mustafa, he was always MIA these days, it was like he wasn't in school anymore especially since Malik and Mina's video came out. "I'm just pissed my man". I said laying down. "This is the part you tell me why you're so pissed and then I give you my advice." I nodded. "I think I'm playing myself". "Dimma?" "How did you know?".

Then, as I made my way deeper into the room and over to my desk, the words that were playing on a loop registered. ‘I make a motherfucker say, oh yeah. I’m cold as a lamb with no hair. If you ever see me fighting in a forest with a grizzly bear, HELP THE BEAR Cause that BITCH gon’ need it, and I'm home and greedy. Gimme that gosh damn porridge, but I'm never gonna eat it.’ “What the hell is that?” I mouthed the words to Mancini, who was the closest one to me, and he walked over.

They laugh and make jokes. Manuel pulls a gun he leans toward Addy and the window, “hey bitches, you fuck with my new friend and you’ll be in a ditch on the side of the road.” Holding his gun up meaning business, laughing he watches them hit the gas, scared as fuck drive off.

But I didn’t, and now everything was a mess. The phone rang suddenly, breaking the quiet. Macro picked it up, but as he listened, his face went pale. His hand shook slightly as he threw the phone onto the sand, grabbing the whiskey bottle and downing a huge gulp. “That motherfucker rejected our deal,” he muttered, rage tightening his voice. “He’s gone and made an alliance with Mancini.”

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?

Theresa continued, "The Maniacs's leader is Luca Blowyn. He has three cousins—Vesper Bolwyn, Sylvan Bolwyn, and Rex Osric. The four of them are the core members of the gang. "Before the apocalypse, Luca was reportedly in a mental hospital. He kept claiming he had superpowers—saying he could fly or breathe underwater. He even jumped off buildings and sank to the bottom of swimming pools, refusing to come up. Somehow, he never died." She clicked her tongue in regret, as if wishing he had died earlier so none of this would be happening now. "After the apocalypse, Luca believed his moment of transformation had come. He was the first to rush into the toxic hailstor

Malek smiled sheepishly as all the them began focusing on the project, reading out details to Malek who listened carefully. ********************* At the end of the day, everyone bid Malek good bye and offered her a ride but she refused saying she will take a cab. Malek was standing by the exit waiting for her uber when she felt someone standing near her. She looked back and Mr. John was standing with a creepy smile on his face. She ignored him and looked ahead. “Looks like a beautiful lady needs a ride back off. Might I help her?” He said playfully. “No thanks. My uber will be coming any time now.” Malek said looking on the road waiting for the uber to come so that she can leave quickly from

I frowned. Before Madman could answer, Big Man jumped in and said, "Bullshit! How could we not know! He's the boss of Area B. People call him Red Boss. He's a real sex maniac, and his favorite thing is to harass the handsome young men in the Sin Pack. He fucks all the guys he targets, but I'm lucky to have escaped his clutches." Me, "..." Madman, "..." I couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever been hit on by a red boss?"