Melted Madness Novels & Stories

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.

but again I was cut short by his dismissive tone that made me flinch a little. “Incompetent slut” My body froze. For a second, I wasn't even sure I heard him correctly. “Excuse me?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief. “What did you just call me?” He slowly turned his head toward me, eyes cold and unreadable. “Are you deaf,” he said coolly, his voice low and dangerous, “or are you just dumb. Which one?”

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.

The morning in Milan came with a smooth, golden glow, though in the apartment on Via Mozart, it felt more like a furious countdown. The air becomes thick with the scent of freshly brewed espresso, burnt toast, and a dizzying blend of three different perfumes. Rose had just stumbled through the front door, face pale and eyes heavy after a grueling twelve-hour night shift at the sanatorium. Her scrubs have been wrinkled, and all she wanted was to disappear into bed for a century. However, she knew that her roommates were facing a massive day, and sleep might have to wait.

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

or maybe it wasn’t bloody enough. I grin, the edges of my mouth stretching too wide as I lean my head back and listen. Every creak of the night sings to me, every footstep is a beat in the symphony of chaos building inside my head. Time melts away, drips down like candle wax. An hour? Two? Who cares? When you live in madness, clocks are just another lie.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

I looked at Dustin White disappearing before me with despair. His soulmate, Celine Hoffman, had her hands around his neck as he carried her off. I could briefly hear her saying in a pitiful tone, "Dustin, I'm fine. Your wife said she's pregnant, you should go back and save her." I could feel my flesh start melting little by little. The bubbling lava in the lake swallowed me gradually. I could not help but wail due to the extreme pain. "It's so painful. Please save me… "

I laughed as I watched the news. Julius deserved whatever that was coming his way! Valerie was his weakness. He could not even get angry at her and spent all his energy protecting her instead! Frustrated, I muted the news and convinced Betsy to go jet-setting with me. Having money made anything possible. For security, we also opened an offshore account that no one would be able to trace. Every day was filled with indulgence—bright lights, fine wine, and endless enjoyment. Life couldn’t have been better.