Space Madness Novels & Stories

******* Flashback "Whatever I am listening to, is that true....if it's true then how can you do this, don't you feel ashamed while doing this...?" Mr. Hassan was at his office when Mr. Zeb enters his office angrily. Seeing him furious and after listening to him what he just said Mr. Hassan looks at him non-understandingly. "What did you heard Zeb, and about what should I feel ashamed... I am not getting what are you saying...." Mr. Hassan rose from his seat. It's the first time, he saw Mr. Zeb getting that much furious, and that too on himself. It's surprising for Hassan.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

Laughing too loud at something someone said. Smiling with too much teeth. Too much effort. Trying too hard. She hadn’t seen him yet. But everyone else had. Old Hank gave him a slow nod. Jake stiffened like trouble just walked in. And then Mads nudged her. “Alli,” she said under her breath. And when Alli turned— Their eyes met. Everything else went quiet. Not literally—the jukebox still played, some drunken guy laughed in the corner, and someone hollered for another pitcher—but in his world?

My child oh my child what happened to you Mom,mom what are you doing here you should be in Mexico by now I know,I have to rush by because I heard about your mental health Mom why are you crying Am so sorry my child the doctor say you will have to go to the mental institution The mental institution but mom you know am not mental I know my child,but this vampire of a thing make you look like one why don't you just tell them you where in an accident so they can think you are not insane

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in a totally new place and environment where he will sober up.

He slammed his fist on the glass window that smashed, causing attention in the mansion. Why would he poison her, his mate? His own, his only pup! His heart razed with a mind to make him crazy, he needed to leave with Vasperia, and now! Jake was going crazy and making him feel relaxed in that mentality and delusion was pretty insane. He walked out and called the man who had followed him all the way from Moon Pack. He had never felt so stupid at the moment for not letting the other men come with him. He would have used them right now, he was going crazy and he wanted to destroy things.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.