Melted Madness Novels & Stories

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.

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”

- Yeah… "Remember! First you must volunteer to repair the dome. Then you have to find the slab in the top corner of the dome and open it. Then you will climb into a long tunnel leading to the surface of the earth. But remember, there is no turning back! - explained Methyl, and Sodium mentally represented the above actions. "I see! - confirmed Sodium and asked. – But why don't you go outside yourself?" "Because we're all mad!" "What are you getting at?" "I don't want to get out because I've chosen another sensible solution in this situation. I realized that salvation from madness should not be sought on the surface of the earth, and salvation from madness should be sought in the fabrications

Moon asked her. “You’re just as sick as he is! Are you sure you’re not related? Mental illness runs in the family, you know?” Misha said, walking away, heels clacking against the marble floor. Troy sat at the little table in Briar’s room, listening to her playing Four Seasons by some composer or another. When they were alone like this, it was the only time he allowed himself to fantasize that he was her real mate, they were just normal wolves, and he didn’t know what he knew about her, or what her fate was. They could just be two wolves, happy, in love, and free.

Rafael’s face was inches from the window now distorted by desperation, anger, and fear. He pounded harder. Again. And again. “Marceline!! Open this fucking door, damn it! Open this! Get out of the car! Fuck!” His knuckles split against the glass, streaks of blood smearing where his fists struck, but the window did not even tremble. Regan noticed the way Marceline’s shoulders had begun to shake. “Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “He won’t be able to break that glass.” Rafael had started pulling at the handle again, then kicking the door, then pounding with both fists like a man losing his mind.

“She’s definitely crazy.” Ryan glared at her, breathing heavily. He looked at me, then back at the crazy woman threatening to blind him. He realized she wasn't bluffing. She was unhinged in a way that he couldn't predict. “Heat inducers,” he spat out, wincing as she tightened her grip. “Specifics!” Melanie yelled, shaking his head. “Advanced heat-inducing pills!” he shouted back, trying to get away from her. “Mixed with a military-grade aphrodisiac! It overloads the system!”

|Ever| A hallucination of Aida's high-pitched voice claws its way out of my subconscious. "You chose your doom. I told you so." A mocking laughter follows. I shake my head, clearing it away as it echoes away into space. Sighing, I ease into my bed. It's not a big deal. Might be about the few classes I missed this month. I squeeze my eyes shut, parting my lips slightly before closing them. I can't be in much trouble than I already am anyway.

"Kate, you didn't tell me ahead of time. I really can't stay. A meeting's going to start back at the company soon. I'll pick up your favorite honey egg tarts on my way back tonight." I opened my mouth, but in the end decided to say nothing. That night, I didn't touch the honey egg tarts he brought home. When he wasn't looking, I tossed them straight into the gray trash bin in the kitchen. It wasn't because I didn't like them, but the doctor had made it clear. It would trigger hormonal issues and would only make my condition worse. If I let this drag on any longer, forget about recovery. I might be looking at surgery by next spring, with no guarantee that I would even make it.

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.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.