Maniacal Synonym Novels & Stories

"Do you have more specific details?" "Honestly, I don't have much." "Do you know who might?" "No one knows Anya City better than the top dog of the city's underground circle, Maniac." "Maniac?" "Yes. His name's actually Manny Ack, but he's known for his ruthless ways akin to those of a maniac. That's how he got the name. It's what everyone calls him." "Got it. You can get to doing whatever you need to now. Reach out to me anytime you need anything."

Yeah, best friends—we understood. “You know what ‘Ciro’ means?” I asked casually, and loud laughter coursed through Mancini’s lips while the two just watched in awe. “I knew you’d be a problem, man. One Ricci is enough of a shitshow, but now we have two Lucas? How pathetic can this be? Are we meant to decipher your name or something?” Mancini quipped, not holding the lightest rein on his words, while I nodded, trying to suppress the crackling anger in my spine hearing him compare me to Luca.

The uncertain fate of our alliance with the Necromancers had rendered their presence obsolete, at least for the time being. As I conveyed my instructions, a surge of frustration and anger welled up within me. The Necromancers' betrayal still rankled, and I couldn't help but indulge in a bitter, mental diatribe against them. "Fucking Necromancers," I thought, the venom in my mind matching the smooth, fiery burn of the brandy as I sipped it. My disdain for them was palpable, a seething resentment that threatened to boil over at any moment.

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Maniac. "Why aren't you killing me? Take your revenge," She said, her words sounded squished because of his hold on her jaw. Her puckered lips barely moved. For a second, his eyes dropped to her lips before meeting her gaze again. And there was a slight glitch in his head because whatever she said slipped his mind, except for the word killing. "Where's the fun in killing when I could punish you every single day until all you've left is your broken pride as you beg for death?" He sounded so ominous. Sinister. Ruthless.

Is it more worse than AIDS? When the pressure rises beyond my control I fired “Fuck you bitch” “Fuck you old cunt” “you shitty bastard.” “Mr bald head don't you touch me” “leave me the fuck alone” “get your scrawny hands of me,” I couldn't help it; my fleeting thoughts were tormentors, a torture I couldn't escape.

The man said. “And what makes you think I am not one?” Malek said sarcastically. “Miss, I didn’t mean to be rude but I know who works in the company and who does not.” He said blankly. “Oh yes, and who are you? The boss of everyone?” Malek said as she rolled her eyes. “Hi, my name is Burak and welcome to Burak corp.” Burak said coldly as he left while Malek was shocked to the core. She didn’t know she was messing with her boss.

He narrowed his gaze and brought his head forward. "Did I just hear you say something? Oh.. I am frustrating you, is that not what you just said? That I am behaving weird like a maniac?" He snickered, patting his face. He was maniacal, yes.. So he knew! That was the right word, maniac. "Will you speak out or you want me to pull out your tongue?"

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.