Melted Madness Novels & Stories

Felix looked at Maeve, his face filled with suspicion. Maeve saw Felix looking at her and deliberately gave him a gentle smile, but Felix turned away with an icy expression. In the end, he called my number. However, I did not answer. He did not call again, but he sent me a message. Felix: [Maeve is alright now. You'd better figure out how to explain to me why your cake has peanut butter in it.] I did not reply. Felix walked around anxiously because he felt that things were going out of control.

She saw him closely under the lights. Those moonlight gray eyes. Those eyes that were reminiscent of the moon contained both grief and madness. “No one took her away from me,” Zion murmured. Madell was horrified by his words and his gaze. His expression immediately crumpled, and the man who seemed nonchalant turned into a beast. “No one took her so shut up. Shut up!” Shatters! Madell freeze on her spot with pale face after her brother punched the mirror behind her. Crack. She heard the cracking behind her and while trembling, she tilted her head.

“What do you want, Joker? Enough of this Joker madness, what is your name?” He made his way towards me. His hair was damp from the rain, and I couldn't shake off the fact that he had a slight resemblance to Archer. I shook off that feeling and just waited for his response. “Well, Malysh, there's a lot I want, but you're making it very difficult for me. Firstly, why the fuck are you fleeing from Archer when we had an agreement already?” “Because I'm sick and tired of that misogynistic fucker, he only sees me as an object, nothing more nothing less. And I'll be damned to stay even a second longer with such a man. All you men are fuckers, fuck you all.

He smirked. “What is it?” I said curiously. “Be with that Montessario. If you could, make him fall in love with you. Until he’s ready to help you.” He explained. I looked at him, shocked. “Can’t you just make a deal with their company?” I asked, trying to stop him from what he’s thinking. “Dear, their company is one of the biggest company in the world. I can’t even have an appointment with them. The only way is through their son. And that is Drake.”

His eyes were still dark, as cold as ice. 'Yes,' 'Isn't this weed?' 'Something related,' Hey, I'm dead! 'Sir?' I asked, looking up at him, again. I felt like passing out. The first time I tried it back in high school, I got to know how the world of madness looks like. They have a city, it's called Madabu, everyone and anyone is welcome, but I don't want to go there; I'm perfectly fine where I am. It took the doctors two months to return me to normal, so yes, I'm screwed.

Melanie The chaos of the festival was a living, breathing nightmare. Everywhere I turned, there was violence, destruction, and the unmistakable smell of blood. The bright, shimmering lights that had once adorned the royal courtyard now flickered dimly, casting long, twisted shadows across the rubble and wreckage. The music, once vibrant and full of life, had long been drowned out by the sounds of war—the clash of steel, the guttural growls of warriors, and the screams of those who were caught in the crossfire.

she repeated and walked into the bathroom Morning** The banging on the door repeatedly jerked Melanie from sleep,she got down from the bed and walked to the door "Good morning Ms" Michelle greeted sweetly. Melanie stared at her briefly "Morning" she replied flatly. "Come down for your breakfast please" she added with a sweet smile "Okay" Melanie nodded and banged the door shut "Better than that bîtvhy Fiona "Melanie muttered having her bath quickly Her mind drifted to her owner; Lewis Flyheart she's always seen him on TV as the hottest billionaire in Germany but He's also a drug lord,a killer and the most dangerous mafia

Carmella beamed with smiles glaring at Melanie beneath her growl while waiting for her to take a sip from the glass of wine, Melanie quietly held on to the glass cup rubbing her left hand over and over again on her forehead, Carmella stood in front of her, she was getting pretty very nervous and anxious at the same time to see Melanie drink from the cup, she stood right in front of her bearing her glass cup in her hand with her gaze fixed on her, Melanie didn’t notice she was staring at her that way, she just couldn’t explain what was going on with her, she could feel an unusual burning sensation in her head, it was more like it was being ripped apart, she kept on seeing flashes of a girl pu

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.

The bitterness of it spread throughout my mouth, making me feel like I'd swallowed broken glass. The drugs soon took effect, and I faded out of consciousness. Everything before me turned blurry and distant. I curled up on the bed, allowing the darkness to consume the last dredges of my consciousness. … The following morning, harsh sunlight dragged me out of my haze. My head throbbed like it was splitting apart, and I saw my phone screen flicker incessantly. I had several unread messages. When I opened them and tapped on the first voice message, Miranda's shrill voice pierced my eardrums.