This Is Crazy Novels & Stories

She walked on by trying to ignore the stares and the attention she gets. She was surprised when lights flashes in her direction a swarm of paparazzi, and fan shouted at her. "Reba is it true you are carrying Director Burton's baby! " At first she ignored the clamour but it's begining to irritate her that this people keeps on flashing their camera lights and following their deafening accusations. She finally retaliates.

He asks, and his eyes beam at me. "Hmm, I'm curious." "It's the Island Pazzo d' Amore. . . The Island Crazy of Love." "Really? Crazy love? That sounds great to me!" I smiled and prepared myself for the adventure. I'm excited to see everything around there. . C.M. LOUDEN

Leonardo was thinking about returning to his family and finding out what was really happening as he couldn’t understand how a young hybrid can become insane unless he did find his mate and she died. The men were busy in the discussion when they heard an alarm, Crazy Doctor suddenly became alert when he realized it was his phone. “Someone broke into my home,” he quickly said and disappeared from the room. The men were still baffled how Crazy Doctor could appear and disappear from the campus anytime he wanted and it was impossible for them to do it. They had also noticed that over the past three years that Crazy Doctor seemed to be moving faster and seemed more intelligent than them. They wond

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

Is this what dying feels like? ~~~ AN: Does it ever drive you crazy... just how fast the night changes... (ʘᗩʘ')

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

yikes i dont like her. @tayloryourethemuse prob not my place to ask you to shut up but I'm still gonna be impolite and ask u to SHUT UP @cam-era both the camerizer fandom and the muser fandom are crazy. Hella fucking crazy. when the piping tea is gonna get served, a commotion is gonna be created. highkey cant wait. _________

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

My desk mate had a fiery temper and stood up to retort, "This is hilarious. Who's jealous of your man? Only you treasure Nash. In everyone else's eyes, what is he? An artist with a disabled hand, a bottom-tier student who can't get into college?" Upon hearing these words, Nash's face darkened, and the onlookers' expressions, like they were watching a show, made the usually proud Nash find it somewhat unbearable.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.