Melted Madness Novels & Stories

The sound echoed throughout the small house. Yvonne was taken aback by the force of the slap. Her lip had split and was now bleeding. She gaped at Jasper, who had a terrifying look on his face. She found it hard to believe that this was the man who'd been so tender and affectionate with her mere moments ago. "Did you just hit me?" Yvonne asked. "Hit you? I could kill you right now!" Jasper seemed to have completely lost his sanity. "I lost everything because of you… My life is ruined because of you! How could you betray me like this?"

Blood bubbles out of the corner of his mouth as he sputters out his dying breaths. Suddenly, his eyes glaze over—but it is not the glaze of death . . . no, this is something . . . different. Trust me, I’ve seen the ‘glaze of death’ enough times to be able to recognize it. There is still consciousness in his eyes—probably more consciousness than there had been moments before—but now there’s something of a distant, crazed glint to his glare. More intent, more focused. If I believed in Voodoo magic, the combination of this horrifying glare and his bloody visage would make me think he’d turned into a zombie.

My eyes flew open. The world was a haze of antiseptic whites and blaring machines. The pungent sting of antiseptic burned my nose, along with the agony firing through each bone in my body. I tried to talk, to yell, but what emerged was a broken rasp. No voice. No sound.

"It was supposed to happen, one day you are going to leave your family and your brother, and so it happened. Then why so much anger on this?" He took a step towards her. "I don't want to part from my family... I want to go to my brother." Now it was the turn of water filled jug, which was thrown on the floor. With glass shreds scattered on the floor, there was also water everywhere. Noor has become crazy now. She became tired of all this was happening with her. "For now, you can't go anywhere, but when the right time comes I will take you to meet with your brother."

Right away, she realized that he heard everything and stopped pretending but attempted to defend herself. “It is not what you think, Kelvin. I was only joking with my Dad. No. I mean, I have acute malaria. Yes, acute brain ache. You did not hear anything. Did you? No. Oh, gosh!" She said and held her forehead. Kelvin glared and watched her while she made a fool of herself. Thereafter, he ridiculed her, “You are right. I suspected that you have a history of mental illness in your family. That madness made your Dad mismanage your company, and now, you wish to steal mine.”

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

Using her fingerprint, he unlocked the phone and quickly opened her messaging app. The latest chat records came into view with a tap. Mackie: "Hey, babe. Those three idiots have already locked that bitch in the greenhouse." Katie: "You're amazing! They never suspected you?" Mackie: "Suspect me? Ha, those three fools only feel sorry for me. A few tears, and they'd hand me their hearts. Bianca is powerless against me." Katie: "What about your graduation thesis?"

“Apologize!“ “I'm sorry,“ I pleaded. “For what?“ “For letting another man touch me.“ “Good. Very good.“ Aiden tossed the whip across the room. Then he picked up a melting candle. “What are you doing with that?“ I stuttered. “I'm going to use this candle wax to brand you as mine, Darrel,“ he revealed. “So that you don't ever forget that.“ Slowly, he spilled the melting candle wax onto my skin.