On A Woman's Madness Novels & Stories

She lowered her voice as if sharing a secret, and there it was again—that horrible, smug little voice, the one that thought it was clever to turn cruelty into gossip. “His madness is not easy to live with, dear.” I blinked once. Madness? The word landed somewhere strange and ugly in me. I didn’t understand it. Didn’t know what she meant. But the way she said it made my skin tighten. She noticed my confusion and smiled more sharply. “You’ll see. They all do. First the charm. Then the temper. Then the episodes. Then the… running.” …The running. That part sounded practiced. Personal. My mouth went dry, but I refused to let that woman see it.

she snapped at a younger woman who had her arms folded across her chest, her lips curled in an irritated smirk. The woman scoffed. “See who’s talking. An old woman with bipolar disorder trying to act sane.” A second woman, standing beside her, shook her head in mock pity. “You really shouldn’t be wasting your breath on her,” she told the first woman, rolling her eyes. “Everyone in this compound knows she’s batshit crazy. That’s why they avoid her. If you’d been here longer, you would’ve known not to waste your time.” The words cut through me like a sharp blade. My jaw clenched, and anger tightened in my chest. I opened my mouth, ready to snap back at them, but Mrs. Elizabeth beat me to it.

She is bracing for the same reaction she has gotten from everyone else she tried to tell this story to, whispering to anyone who would listen that she saw the Lycan King’s cousin wither into an old woman. But for once, she has told the right person. “I’ve seen it too,” I say. The words drop into the cold space between us, taking all the air with them. For a long moment, neither of us moves. We are just two women on opposite sides of a set of iron bars, both absolutely certain for weeks that we were losing our minds, and losing them entirely alone. But now the aloneness is gone, and what stands in its place is so much worse. A thing one frightened woman sees is madness. A thing two women see

The woman who had given birth to her now fought like a stranger, limbs jerking violently. Elena finally managed to secure Ana’s hands, then moved swiftly to bind her feet. The rope bit into skin, but there was no other choice. They had to protect her and themselves until the storm inside her passed. It was as if a demon had taken possession of their mother. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, her voice rising in guttural cries that no soothing words or gentle tricks could reach. The confession had ripped open old wounds, unleashing memories so dark they dragged her back into madness.

And I can't tell why but there is something about her that bothers me. "Listen, dear, what I was trying to say is that men are afraid women will laugh at them, and women are afraid that men will kill them. That's just how it is, so don't make them think that you are laughing at them, it's for your own sake, my dear," she explains herself, then I chuckle. Does she even listen to herself? "Or he will kill me?" "AMBER!!!" Madam Anne snaps, "Watch your mouth! Don’t you see that Hanna was just trying to save you?! We all are!”

"She is the epitome of madness, the wildest of them all." Intrigued, I leaned forward, eager to hear more. My intuition had whispered that Cecilia possessed a touch of insanity, and it seems my instincts were not mistaken. "Tell me everything you know about her," I implored, ready to delve into the depths of her twisted psyche.

I hurried to his back, sneaking a peak at the violent woman. She was no longer looking like the sexy cat she was when she entered, her makeup is now smitten from excess sweat and her aura is now aggressive which made my fear of her increase. ‘ Does she have some sort of a mental disorder?’ I couldn't help but ask myself. “ Get the fuck out of the way, let me kill this bitch,” she rang out in anger, trying to push her away to my side but her strength was no match with that of Alessandro. The first woman that called herself Coran's mother who seemed to have been enjoying the show since suddenly jumped to Alessandro’s front and interfered.

"What the hell are you laughing about?" "I just think it's not unusual for mindless beasts to do something befitting of their nature," I drawled out. "Are you calling Yvonne a mindless beast?" Jasper hissed angrily. I did not respond and instead gestured for him to pay attention to Yvonne's demonstration.

I cooed softly, lowering her onto the plush cushion of the high bed and propping her feet too before smothering her with the rich red duvets that had been layered on the foam. “My Merd, what would I do without you?” She sighed softly and something in my heart got bitter as I turned away from her to hide the tears brewing in my eyes. I had heard of women's sicknesses like the type my lady suffered, but I forget the name. A mania that made maidens see things that were not there, hallucinations, and bouts of cursed forgetfulness until they birthed the bairn and eventually went mad! I shivered, pretending to ring the bell and turning to smile back at the Missus before slamming to a stop when I s

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