Ms Crazy Novels & Stories

Zero laughed, “The Alpha Krazy Craig Guidotti I know doesn't stick to one woman no matter how fat her ass is.” He said and we both laughed.

But crazy didn't mean wrong, crazy just meant unexpected. "I know this might sound insane," she said slowly, watching his face. "But what if I bought it?"

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

The image of that sends my head in a spiral, both of them. I was so close to bursting open that door, my dick was getting too hard for its own good. I needed to do something. I was losing control. I hardly lost control. And the worst part was, the girl that was pulling it from me was just a board door away. This was crazy- entertaining the thought of having her when she was off limits. My past alone should tell me why. But even if Leah Monroe was chained in a cage, dangling over a volcano, I’d still want her.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

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.

“Gosh! I knew I could always count on you, Muna. Sorry for snapping at you—you just didn’t say it right. This is a great plan, and I appreciate you for that.” A grin stretched across her lips, her earlier frustration melting away. The thought of putting her plan into motion sent an excited thrill through her. Dave would thank her later when everything worked out—he just didn’t see the bigger picture yet. “You’re always welcome, Mandy,” Muna said, smirking. She loved being part of Mandy’s schemes, no matter how risky they were. That was why their friendship had lasted so long—Mandy was reckless, and Muna was the kind of friend who fueled her fire rather than putting it out.

And this time, it wasn't nice. *Crazy bastard!*

He gives me the creeps, I don't think I can ever recover from what happened at that club. The way we were mistreated and the way some of us were killed like animals, this man is a monster. “Wh–how–what are you doing here?” I finally got my tongue back. He smiled again, sending shivers down my spine. The scar on his face makes him look like joker and its fucking scary. “I want you Malysh.” My heart plummeted to my stomach when he uttered those words. Is he here to kidnap me and sell me off again?

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"