This Is Crazy Novels & Stories

So many topics were created. #NancyExaggeratedWeddingMoney130KActually1300 #GroomKicksPregnantBrideCausingMiscarriage Some shot to the top of trending lists, racking up millions of discussions within just a few hours. Netizens were furious. [My god, I've really seen it all now. Even monsters can disguise themselves as people these days?] [This is ridiculous. Doesn't he know how much money his own family has? What kind of idiot is he?]

Or at least circling the drain pretty enthusiastically. I rubbed a hand over my face. “Okay. Maybe I’m being a little crazy. Just like… a casual, manageable amount of crazy. Not straitjacket-level. Yet.” Everyone knew crazy shit was going on. I didn’t want to worry them, so I’d tell them… eventually.

Sophia Censatio Is everything okay with this crazy man? I can't believe he would tell me how to keep my hair. First, it's my life and now, things on my body... I can't believe he's trying to control everything. I decided to get back to work and concentrate more on it. My heart keeps beating weirdly and I believe, it's because of the silly gestures towards me. All I need to do now is get all those things out of my mind.

"N-no... Please!" His knees buckled as the soldiers dragged him backward across the courtyard. His desperate screams echoed through the estate, growing fainter with every step until the heavy steel doors beneath the mansion slammed shut. The silence that followed was deafening. Valentina stared at Alessandro. He hadn't raised his voice. He hadn't drawn a weapon. Yet every person in the courtyard stood perfectly still, as though even breathing too loudly might earn his attention. For the first time... She understood why the city called him the Crazy Don. Not because he killed without mercy... But because he never needed to. Fear walked beside him long before death ever did.

Why am I treating her soo special? "Armaan. I don't know about you but to me it sounds like a lame excuse of yours to keep her by your side." "That's not true!" I almost yelled. 'Damn! Why is everyone insisting on that?' "Ok..ok.. sorry. But seriously Armaan, are you sure your not falling for her." She asked. Her question, even though it felt ridiculous at first, made me think on it. Am I really falling for that Crazy Fan Girl?

I walk through and look at him; he looks up and smiles. "You're crazy; you do realise that, right?" I look at him feeling irritated. "No, I'm not." He laughs nodding, pointing to the list. "These business ideas, prove you wrong, you have a business, so this right here is you been crazy." I look at him shaking my head. "I'm not crazy, stop calling me crazy." I look at him, why is he calling me crazy? It makes me feel crazy. I lift the sheet of paper and move it away from him.

There is a tension in my heart and I couldn’t get my senses together. Oh my God! This night is crazy! “K…Kelly…”

Daisy sincerely said, "You've been wandering outside for too long." "I'm not crazy, okay? I'm very serious about my proposal to you," Axel emphasized, as if wanting to shout it out loud. How could Daisy insist that he was insane? How could Axel endure it? "Do you think I'll believe you?" Daisy said in a mocking tone. "What I'm saying is the truth. I want you to go on a date with me," Axel firmly asserted. "And for heaven's sake, I'm not crazy." "If you're not crazy, then there's an issue with your perception. Not to mention your eyes," Daisy confidently affirmed. "It's best for you to go to the hospital for an examination to avoid prolonging a condition that may be difficult to treat."

My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Why help me? Shouldn’t you be busy, Mr. Jameson." He cocked his brows. "No, I'm quite rich, so I have time to spare." His answers were always so unexpected. …… That night when I returned to the hotel, my phone buzzed with several trending topics. #Anna’s a Mistress# #Zack and Anna’s Marriage in Jeopardy# #Drama Scenes in Real Life# When I saw the third trending topic, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Just then, I received a message on WhatsApp from Simon.

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”