Miss Crazy Novels & Stories

She had once been his match—until she decided she wanted her own empire. Camille hesitated only a second before texting the number. CAMILLE: I need to talk. Urgent. UNKNOWN: Who is this? CAMILLE: Camille Hart. Julian’s… UNKNOWN: Mistress? Girlfriend? Captive? CAMILLE: All of the above. A pause. Then: UNKNOWN: Meet me. No drivers. No cameras. Come alone. UNKNOWN: Noon. East Village. Café Sorelle. UNKNOWN: Wear sunglasses. And red lipstick.

“You look so fucking pathetic. If I were you, I would've left this place a long time ago. How dare you?” I decided to ignore her and not say anything. She Just wants attention and I'm not ready to argue with her. “What the fuck is that ugly dress.” “Who is she?” The girl next to her asked. “She's a nobody. Just a charity case Archer is handling, but she's letting that get to her head and now she thinks she owns Archer.” “Oh my God, what a bitch.” “I know right? So full of herself.” What is even wrong with her? How am I acting like he's mine? That's it, this girl is crazy.

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

I stepped away from the banquet, wanting some air on the second floor. What I didn’t expect was to run into Aaron Johansen. He looked like he’d just come from another party. He was still surrounded by a few spoiled brats. When they saw me, they burst into laughter. “Sabrina, you really can’t let Aaron go, can you? He’s just a little late and you’re already chasing him up to the second floor?” “If Wilson knew his granddaughter was simping for a guy like this, he’d probably be furious.”

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

[CAYDEN] My head is fucking spinning. And not the good kind. Is there even a good kind of spin? I woke up crying. I dreamt about my mom, although I couldn't even remember what it was about. Is it possible to miss someone you've never even met?

Zari was tipsy and I am not because I have high tolerance. "I'm so mad to him, he's so busy… .." She said “Why? Does he have a mistress?" Zari teased her to make her more sad, I just laughed at them too. This is where the quarrel between the two begins, Mitch is a talkative type of girl while Zari is a bitch and I am the one who balance our friendship. “No! I know the reason, but he still needs to give me time. I am jealous of that freaking wedding! ”

She said as she looked at the camera with tears in her eyes. "I am merely an orphan who they want to blame everything so they could protect their family's name, legacy, and reputation. They are using my previous relationship with Gavin Mitchels, who is currently dating the eldest of the Aragon sisters, Catherine Zoe Aragon, to cover up that Cassandra Zabrina Aragon was driving under the influence of alcohol." She said, making my jaw drop as she finished her unsolicited opinion. "What the heck is she talking about?" I blurt out loud as I finally had enough of hearing all her scripted, manipulating statements for the press, pressing pause on the remote.

I keep running until suddenly, I look up at a bird and run straight into another person. “Oh my god!” the person exclaims. “Are you fucking insane?” I blink a few times and have to hide a smirk when my eyes meet a pair of angry, furrowed eyebrows belonging to Madison. Her long dark hair is caught in a messy bun, and her eyes are narrowed at me with an accusing light dancing within them. She is not wearing any make-up, but she is still very beautiful. “Fancy meeting you here,” I say and arch an eyebrow. “And yes, I’m a little bit insane.”

Celina I’m a nervous wreck and my palms are sweaty. That should go over quite well with a client. Not! Madison Moon, or Mak, as she prefers to be called, saw through my bravado. I left the interview at Elegant Escorts with little hope that I’d land the job. It shows how far my life has sunk into a steaming pile of manure that I cried when she called and asked me when I could start. I need this job desperately, and now I’m on my way to my first experience as a paid whore.