Melted Madness Novels & Stories

“Say it. Just say it.” “It’s embedded,” I tell her. “To get it out completely, I would have to extract it.” “Then extract it.” “It’s not a splinter, Elara.” “Then what is it?” “It’s woven through neural pathways. Through his wolf bond. If I pull it, I risk destabilizing him.” She goes quiet. I hate that quiet. “What does destabilizing mean?” she asks after a second. “It could mean confusion. Memory loss. Emotional collapse.” Her face breaks a little. “He just came back.”

'] My entire body jolted. The water glass in my hand nearly slipped from my fingers. What... was that? A hallucination? Was pregnancy seriously making me hear things now? I looked at Caden. He still sat perfectly straight, his expression stony and unreadable, like an ice sculpture. However, the hand gripping his knife and fork had gone rigid. His knuckles were white from the force. [Dad, say something already! If you keep acting mute, Mom’s seriously going to run away with me!

My addiction. Keeping the ice cream bowl aside I took her bridal style in my arms moving towards my room. I throw her on the bed and starts unbuttoning my shirt, she was looking at me in a daze while rubbing her legs lust fully. “Don't move” I ordered her and moved out of the room towards the kitchen. I brought a bowl of melt chocolate and kept it on the side table. “What is that?” she asked, pointing towards the bowl. “Nothing you need to worry about, just enjoy” I said.

Everything was well documented. The video concluded with a chilling threat colored in red, “You have seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left.” She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked over a mug. The spilled contents made a mess out of the bed, but she was frozen with shock to care. As the first rays of morning light streamed through the curtains and into the bedroom, Anise was completely aghast by what she was seeing online. The tips of her fingers were trembling.

I smile, closing my eyes and the next, I feel his warm lips being pressed against my eyelids as he kisses gently. "And I can never get enough of you," he whispers as his breath hits my lips. "Never?" I chuckle, earning his, "Hm." "There must be addiction, intoxication and madness in love." He adds—whispering, holding my waist possessively. "To what extent has this madness compelled you?" I can't help whisper on his lips and frown a bit. "The madness of this love seduced me to such an extent that I found you in my every prayer."

Raymond had only just been sentenced to 20 years in prison when he received news of Laura's death, and he went insane on the spot. He wouldn't stop repeating his apologies and admitting that he was wrong, muttering them over and over again under his breath. Unfortunately, nobody cared about the words of a madman. … Three years later, Melanie's self-founded jewelry brand officially launched in Bell City. The same day, Raymond had a complete mental breakdown and killed himself in prison. When Melanie heard the news, it was the first time she had ever gotten completely drunk—alone on her balcony, crying and laughing by herself. She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like an

Resolve flooded my being. "Not this fucking time."

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.