Maniacal Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

But he never stopped, he never listened and he didn’t care about anything that I had to say anymore. I became insignificant I became a burden I became a liability And of course Dylan followed in his footsteps, becoming a dark and corrupted soul as well. I don’t know why, or how this happened. What changed? Why would two people with such great lives and promising futures throw everything that they have away? Why would they risk their lives by taking others over and over again? What do they gain from creating such chaos?? What do they gain by murdering others? By ruining lives? By destroying families? Why would anyone ever be okay living in such a manner?

he stammered. I chuckled softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Insane? No, Richard, that's a word too little to describe me. I’m just very, very psychotic, a maniacal deranged bi.tch. I've gone whacko, and I'm gonna show you just how sick I am. You’ve made a grave mistake, and now, you’ll pay the price. Your end is near, and it will be slow, it will be painful, and it will be at my hands.”

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

I pick up my head, anger and defiance burning in my eyes. “ S-SEX. MANIAC. ”

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.

Alex received all her scoldings and hits without any complaints. "I am sorry that I didn't tell you but I had to leave. However..." Alex laughed scornfully at himself and then looked at his sister with a broken spirit that only she could see. "I could not achieve my aim. I couldn't bring anything to pass. The reason I left you didn't come to pass. Sister, do you know I have a trauma now? Do you know that the lovely boy you once had has turned into a Maniac?"

MACE The roar wasn't just sound. It was a physical pressure, a tidal wave of psychic slag that slammed into me, knocking the breath from lungs that no longer felt like they belonged to my physical body. WE SEE YOU, WOLF. WE HAVE HER NOW. The voice was a chorus of the damned. It wasn't one entity speaking; it was thousands, layered over one another in a cacophony of ancient, fermented rage. It sounded like snapping bone and crackling fire, like the last screams of women burning at stakes centuries ago. It vibrated in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones.

"You were nothing but a hollow, empty shell back then. Your pathways were clogged with mortal mud… completely useless to me. It wasn't nearly enough to summon even a shadow of my presence. And let's be entirely clear, if by some miracle you had managed to crack the seal that day, I wouldn't have saved you. I would have used your flesh to slaughter everyone in this building, starting with that pathetic girl who stabbed you." I shivered at his response, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth clicked together. The casual cruelty in his tone made my skin crawl. ‘Maniac,’ I thought back at him, pushing the accusation as deep into my mind as I could. Daekan scoffed, producing a dry, echoing sound that