Space Madness Novels & Stories

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

"Don't just sit on your ass, go and help your mother." I smile as Xavier strides over to help me. I pat him on the back in thanks as he reaches for the plates and brings them to the table. We all sit together, the clatter of forks and plates mixing with the soft murmur of conversation. Steam rises from the spaghetti but I barely notice it. My eyes wander over my family, taking in the effortless ease of being together. I'm the luckiest woman alive. I’m loved in ways I never imagined, cherished in ways I never deserved, and I am forever Their Beautiful Madness—the wild, sacred chaos of two souls who made their home in mine.

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

His eyes were still dark, as cold as ice. 'Yes,' 'Isn't this weed?' 'Something related,' Hey, I'm dead! 'Sir?' I asked, looking up at him, again. I felt like passing out. The first time I tried it back in high school, I got to know how the world of madness looks like. They have a city, it's called Madabu, everyone and anyone is welcome, but I don't want to go there; I'm perfectly fine where I am. It took the doctors two months to return me to normal, so yes, I'm screwed.

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

Right now it was so hard to picture her as the aspiring lawyer she was studying to be. I slammed the bottle down on the marble counter and swiped the excess rum from my lips. Maybe that was one too many shots, but I needed to be drunk for the plan devising in my head. I drank three more and wrap my hands around her waist and pulled her into the crowd of gyrating bodies. "Who are you and what have you done with Leah Monroe? Seriously, did you spend your sabbatical in a club?" I swing my hips playfully in her direction. You wouldn't catch me dead in a club like this or even drinking this much. But desperate times….

Was he out of his mind? Alex was not insane. However, the crowd was going insane.

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."