Object Madness Novels & Stories

Not even the door was clean! My mom was a perfectionist from head to toe so she would die of a heart attack when she saw what had been done to her house, I felt powerless, full of anger, surprised and scared. Everything at once! She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The author had to be completely insane, he was not at all funny or romantic. I wished I had him in front of me to slap him.

“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.

My mouth parted as I tried to regulate my breathing. I touched something warm and wet on the sheet and brought my hand closer to my face. It–it was blood, blood! It was everywhere; I was covered in it, my robe was soaked, the sheets were soaked, and my hands were stained with it. My breath hitched as my eyes widened in shock. What is happening? Just then, the person who was banging loudly on the door broke down the door and stepped into the light. He looked at me with the creepiest smirk ever. “Seems like you already finished the job for me, Malysh.”

"Wha- It's just a cat. That's different. Now get out, please?" "It's not 'just a cat', that thing is a spirit trapped inside a cat, and it's trying to possess you." Madeline blinked once. Then twice. "... Are you feeling okay Matthew? I think you're going insane." He sent her a glare. "I am not going insane, that cat is clearly not normal. I have to get rid of it before it does something bad to you." Opening the bathroom cabinets, he began searching for the feline. "Mittens is not going to do something bad to me. Sometimes he acts a bit weird, but he is a precious little baby."

“Where’s your lover boy? Tell him to show his face! “I want to kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces! “I’m looking right at you…” I jerked my head back. Amid the crowded street, I couldn’t find that silhouette anywhere. However, the malicious gaze on me was hard to ignore. The malice radar went off. In the distance, a man with a baseball cap stood among the crowd. A terrifying, ink-red 5000 pulsed above his head. It was Cameron, and his malice value had soared to 5,000. Something in his hand glinted in the sunlight.

I pause, taking in every detail of it. “I just want to be anywhere you are. I don’t want to miss any chance. I want to make up for all my mistakes—the saddest times I’ve drowned us in, the times when I punished us instead of allowing us to feel what truly lives inside us.” At first, Mad seems temporarily inactivated while I desperately wait for an answer. Briefly, her tongue wets her lips before she begins, “I want the same too, but Caden, this is crazy.” “We’ve been crazy since the first day,” I point out.

ZEDANE Everything is wrong. Taste, smell, sight; all of it. A haze of madness cloaks my mind, pushing every last ounce of sanity out of my grasp. I shake my head in an attempt to clear the fog that’s sitting over my thoughts and everything else. The plate in front of me is swiped off the table with a violent growl that shakes the roof of the manor, sending terror through every nook and cranny. I hate losing control. It takes me back to a time where all I knew was vulnerability.

Most vampires limited themselves and opted for quick deaths when they found the insanity starting to lurk in the shadows. He couldn’t reconcile why one was so old, and he couldn’t think of one legitimate reason why it was here in Moonwood at all. Had it recently lost its mind? That would explain the confusing attacks that seemed to happen without a plan or purpose. He couldn’t say, unfortunately. There was a lot that he didn’t know and it left him at a severe disadvantage. He couldn’t understand what he was looking at, but he was grateful to finally find what had been terrorizing his town for months.

An image of a shield shaped stone with a red X in the middle of it flashes in his mind. “Whoa,” Madison said as he rapidly sat up and covered his chest. “What was that?” The image flashes again, and this time was followed with a picture of a door in the middle of the hallway upstairs. “Wait a minute, that’s April G’s room,” Madison says to himself. “What could be going on in there?” Drawn by the impulses that plagued his psyche, Madison walks upstairs and finds himself standing five feet from the door. “Dude, you shouldn’t go in there,” Madison says to himself. Until the impulses plague him once again, this time showing him images of the green armored knight that he saw in the Mayor’s office

They were still inside the room but couldn’t go near Madeline. Her wolf was now on the verge of losing her sanity because of the pain of shifting. She talked to her mother, and now she was hoping that whatever solution her mother told her would work now. Adolphus barged inside the room by opening the door with a bang. Madeline was still in a semiconscious state. Her wolf immediately detected Adolphus’ scent hidden under the stench of blood remaining on his body.