The Cure For Madness Novels & Stories

“Who do you think you are to try and steal my man? Keep an eye on her. Make sure she moves out of that house immediately. And get her blacklisted everywhere!” The bodyguards nodded and dragged Valerie out with them. I took Julius to the clinic, where the doctor examined him before hooking him up to an IV drip. “He’ll be fine once the effects of the drug wear off,” the doctor assured me. Just as I was about to leave, Julius grabbed my hand. “Naomi, don’t go. This is all my fault. Please, don’t leave me.” Even as he drifted into a drowsy haze, he kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry you had to go through so much pain." The wolf slumped onto my thigh, crushing my bones, and then shifted. Zephyros lay naked, and I took off my coat and covered him with my old coat. He looked rough and exhausted. "You, Seliora, are the cure to my madness." He groaned in a low voice.

The doctor was also watching me. "Miss needs treatment." finally the doctor opened his voice. "What am I?" I asked like a fool. "You have, mental illness." I'm just crying. I'm crazy! I just shook my head, so it was stressful for my mental health. If, physical illness can be cured, but if it has attacked the psyche, one of the surefire ways is to get closer to God or die.

“Kill the wolf,” “What?” Kieran grills. “Wait. He might not be full gone, maybe we can bring him back,” “There’s no cure for mad wolves, Kieran.” “You don’t know that-” “I do,” Alpha Dagon turns to him fully, his height towering over his son. “They have been mad wolves long before any of us was born. There hasn't been a cure then and there isn't a cure now. You can chant over them, lock them in chains for weeks, feed them roots, potion, everything you can imagine, nothing works. Once they lose control, they are as good as dead.”

I asked her what she was doing, if she had any free time, but I didn't mention anything about being sick. "Was his illness very serious?" She changed her clothes and quickly followed out, looking at the snowflakes floating outside, suddenly feeling uneasy. "What exactly is the mental illness you mentioned? Can it not be cured?" The man sighed as he drove the car, "It used to be curable, but he didn't cooperate. You also saw where he lived, how could there be any improvement living in such a place."

Jake continued, “I can give you something better. Something that will calm your nerves without harming you.” He looked at me directly. “But let's face reality Mira, there is no magic cure for IED,” he said honestly. “If you really want to get better, your mind and body have to work together.” He paused. “I can help you… but only if you are willing.” “Thank you, Jake,” Lucian spoke up instead. “What about the medication?” “I will bring it later,” Jake replied. “For now, she needs to eat and regain strength. You cannot fight insanity on an empty stomach.”

However, as we all expected, the boy turned to ashes leaving bones and clothes behind. “As I thought, his fate was sealed,” commented Jack. “Only the little Dahlia could touch it without the curse consuming her. So, old comrades, what now?” I sighed. DAHLIA: “Why do you think I do?” I said and again no one understood me. Here were the basic facts. The person they called ‘madman’ or ‘mad scientist’ had one session with each of us; it took an eternity of waiting in a cell and my butt killed me. That man believed in some kind of inexistent disease; like we were sick and we needed a special pill to cure us. He asked us questions and didn’t care much for the details, also I lied.

He sighs, "You've poured more than enough honey on your pancakes, princess." My eyes widen and I look at my plate. I huff and put the bottle on the table. Why am I dreaming in daylight? "I apologize," I mutter and hold the piece to stuff it into my mouth. "No worries. And yeah my love, don't think so much. I know it's impossible to forget what happened in the past but whenever you feel like your mind is struggling, just take some deep breaths and push the thought out of your mind." I nod at his words. He knows my habit of overthinking and we can't help it. Overthinking feels like a disorder sometimes and to me, it's the most dangerous disease.

What do you find funny about madness? Tom. Elis, why do we have to be serious? Psychiatric hospitals are a thing of the past. Now we know how to treat all mental illnesses. Modern psychiatry with the help of point neurosurgery does wonders! Elis. You have no sympathy for past victims of mental illness.

My Alpha mate, Leon Worth, brought a breathtaking mermaid into our estate. He named her Nerissa and tended to her every need with painstaking care. That day, the moment Leon stepped out, Nerissa walked right up to me—and placed my Luna Crown on her own head, right in front of my face. "Leon and I have known each other for six months now. He promised me with his own mouth—he'd take care of me for life." She traced a finger along the crown's rim, her smile poised. "I've made up my mind—I'm willing to drink the potion for him. I'll give up my tail. Delores, step aside and hand over the Luna position. It'll save everyone the humiliation in the end." I didn't argue with her. I just waited for Leo