Ms Crazy Novels & Stories

I shook my head slightly and took another bite, forcing myself to focus on something normalzzx food, chewing, breathing… anything that made sense. “You’re thinking too loud,” Cairos said casually. I paused mid-chew. “…What?” He tilted his head, watching me. “Your face. It’s doing that thing again.” “What thing?” I asked defensively. “The I’m about to spiral into a crisis thing… your madness mode” I scoffed. What? Did he just call me mad “I do not have a face for that.” “You do.” “Well, stop looking at it.” “I wish I can help it.”

At that moment, the auctioneer's voice rang out. "$300,000 once, $300,000 twice. Any higher bids?" "I'll bid $350,000!" a voice suddenly called. I turned toward it. It was Miss Zabel from West City, a notorious and wealthy socialite. She was scanning me up and down with a blatantly provocative gaze. Jasmine's face darkened further. I knew she was not interested in the watch. She wanted me. If I accepted her money, I would be accepting her. The last shred of hesitation in my heart vanished the moment I saw the glance exchanged between Jasmine and Miss Zabel.

Julian poured himself another drink, but his hand shook so badly the liquid sloshed over the rim. Camille sat on the edge of the sofa, watching him. The gun pressed against her side, reminding her with every breath that she had a choice. Stay and drown in his madness — or take control before it was too late. Julian paced, muttering to himself, haunted by ghosts only he could see. “She’s gone,” he whispered. “But she’s here. I feel her. I hear her. Camille… what if I’m losing my mind?” She rose slowly, heart pounding. “You’re not losing your mind,” she said, though she wasn’t sure she believed it. “But you need to stop this before it destroys you.”

I have everything I have ever desired. But the crazy is not done. The rollercoaster might have stop but this is still my crazy normal world. ..................................................

Mom asked, sounding confused. I quickly bit down hard on my lip, fighting for control as I gasped out an answer. "Oh, it's nothing! I just… I accidentally stubbed my toe." Before she could say another word, I hurriedly hung up. Uncle Mike's movements grew more aggressive, and I couldn't stop the cries from escaping me. It was the sound of pure ecstasy, as if years of pent-up desire were finally being set free. Every inch of my skin was tingling with the rush.

“We just don’t want you getting hurt, Rick. You finally have everything you’ve always wanted. You have Harley, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want you to throw it all away because of your pride.” I shook my head. “This has nothing to do with pride.” “Really?” Mason asked, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve stood where you stood. It has everything to do with pride.” I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, and I seem to recall you not backing down either. And you were up against a special kind of crazy, Mason. The sort of crazy who thinks it’s a good idea to shoot people in the fucking head.” Mason frowned.

Harsh words were thrown at Rosa frantically; this was truly a horrifying nightmare, which Rosa encountered for the first time in her life. "Axel, you shut your mouth! Are you insane? Only a madman would say such crazy, absurd things," Rosa screamed, rushing towards Axel and attempting to scratch him. Of course, Axel managed to evade her attempts to touch him. Rosa was now completely unhinged, being attacked by both the crowd's condemning looks and their whispered comments. In response to Rosa's overreacting, Axel just chuckled arrogantly.

I saw him go crazy today at the bar. Josh sent me a message complete with a photo of Acelon fighting someone. Again, a heavy sigh escaped my mouth as I read the contents of Josh's message which is quite disgusting. Haven't I told him a hundred times that I don't want to go back to Acelon? I'm done wih him!

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

My voice broke as tears began to fall. … Three months later, the world was stunned by the news—Edward Scott, CEO of Scott Corporation, had tragically died in an accident at Maranigan Peak. Perhaps, for me, it was a kind of release and a new beginning.