Miss Crazy Novels & Stories

– Melissa seemed like the calmest person in the world. – Melissa Lascuran? You're Melissa Lascuran? You're crazy! What is this crazy woman doing here? You ruined Liz's face, I was with her. You're sick. – Sabrina now looked terrified. – That's it! Oh, I'm even emotional now, my fame precedes me! – Melissa smiled and dramatically placed her hand on her chest. – I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, but yes, I am Melissa Lascuran!

If only he would have told her about his plans then she would not have a hard time creating excuses for it. “I have never seen William Fajardo up close, how handsome was he?” Missy giggled. “Uh–, he’s okay?” “He is not okay!” Missy yelled, disagreeing to her best friend’s words. “He is drop-dead gorgeous and my B–F–F caught the biggest fish alive!”

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

“She’s in Verte Monde, but do not worry. Everything was put back in their right places. I’d be back there with her in no time. Anyway, I pass through to introduce to you my cousin, the one who manipulated the misfortunes of Allyssa.” Madame Maida glared at Maziar who was in total shock. She hold him by the arm, and with her eyes turning black, she whispered a command. Maziar fell deep in her enchantment, and I was surprised how fast he climb the tower. Once at the top, he mindlessly throw himself in the air, only to be grabbed by the gravity, and he fell mercilessly from the hundred-foot edifice to the cemented ground. I heard his bones made a sound crack while the impact of the fall spared

The MC approached the podium as Alexander descended, while I stood in the wings adjusting my cuffs and rolling my shoulders back. “Wasn't that insightful?” the MC said, smiling under the lights. “I think what Mr. Morrison was trying to say is that we should all quit our jobs and move to Bali.” He paused for the obligatory chuckle that rippled through the crowd. “Just kidding—please don't tell your bosses I said that.” There was another wave of polite laughter. “Up next, we have Blake Montgomery, son of our beloved Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery,” the MC announced, gesturing toward me with an outstretched arm.

Winston Barrymore was surprised to get a call from Jane Hilton. That day in the hotel, after he turned on Jane Hilton's phone, his address book was empty except for a series of numbers in the call record. So Winston Barrymore did not hesitate to take a picture of his name and phone number and set it as Jane Hilton's mobile phone screensaver. After all-a person whose address book is empty, do you expect him to look through it and see that he has phone number? Joke! He is an intelligent hunter. But he didn't expect that James Cukor confiscated him, or rather-he refused James Cukor's request. Unexpectedly.

“Tatiana, we’re still eating!” Trisha nearly spat into her wine. “Please. I just swallowed cheese. Don’t talk about ‘trying again’ with food in my mouth.” Clara raised a hand. “We need a brain bleach.” I chuckled, dabbing the corner of my mouth with a napkin. “But seriously… Mischa feels like she belongs to everyone but her parents.” “She’s a free agent,” Igor said casually, slicing his bread and handing pieces to both Max and Mischa. “I get the first piece!” Max shouted.

All we both know is what the tabloids have shared, and we both know how reliable they can be. I guess you’re right Missy, maybe I was too quick to judge. However, there is still one small problem, his fiancée. Welp enough about Maverick and my so-called Goddess given mate, let’s tackle these spreadsheets so we can at least get out of here on time today. Scarlett’s POV:

Everyone wants to know about the cousin who went to America and never came back with a husband. The bridal suite is at the end of a long hallway, away from the noise and chaos of the main room. I knock softly and push the door open. Sally is standing in front of a full-length mirror, and she looks absolutely stunning. Her wedding dress is a masterpiece – layers of silk and lace that seem to float around her like a cloud. Her makeup is flawless, her hair swept up in an elegant bun with tiny pearls woven through it. She looks like a princess. She looks like everything a bride should be.

But it was obvious she wasn’t coming back after six months, especially with the pictures of herself and a hot actor who is Herby Carvill incarnate. I tried to move on, but my biggest fear was that I couldn’t love anyone as completely as I loved Michelle. A part of me would always love her, I fear,r, and no woman on earth deserves half effect on, so I’ve kept to myself. I don’t even sleep with a woman twice; I don’t want them getting ideas about becoming an item. But this River of a woman was fast becoming a problem. I can’t seem to get her out of my system, and this morning when my thoughts were finally free from her spell. She reappeared asking for a job in my very company; out of excitemen