38 Novel(s) Related To Reverend Insanity

"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

Inara’s mother cried. “My patience is running out.” the Reverend shouted, rising to his feet and pacing about. Lemuel threw his hands up, unbelieving. The rage that overwhelmed him was so powerful that if no one was there, he probably would have killed the girl and made sure that he did it slowly.

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.

Tall white tapers glowed, casting a gentle light over two lush bouquets of roses that framed the altar. The Reverend stepped up the pulpit and began preaching on the Beatitudes, his strong, dynamic voice commanding my full attention. Usually, when I was forced to listen to a long explanation of any kind, my mind would drift. I would begin thinking about my family, or what I was going to sketch next, roaming the fields of my imagination. But the Reverend's words were entirely captivating.

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

We always knew there was something not right about him. He saw the folks in that church—the elderly couple who'd always reserved a seat for them, the men he'd sat alongside on the finance committee, the kids who'd played with Mark and Lily in the churchyard. They'd be shaking their heads, their own doubts and judgments justified by the Reverend's divine authority. His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit.

Still too calm, like it didn’t care about the noise inside my head. I walked up the short steps and pushed the door open. A faint creak followed. The hall was empty. Just candles burning, pews quiet, shadows dancing against the walls. It smelled like wax and something old. Something sacred. I moved toward the back, heading for the Reverend’s side office. That was where grandma said he would be. My fingers tightened around the food container as I knocked softly. No answer. I knocked again. Then the door opened. He stood there—Reverend Thorne. Tall. Calm. Collar tight around his neck. Eyes too steady. Like nothing in the world could surprise him.

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.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

"Listen, you madmen! The Apocalypse is now! You will see what your flesh was hiding! You will find out what is beyond the horizon of the soul! Do you think you can avoid a fair trial?! You will not earn the Kingdom of heaven for any merit other than that of the Supreme Father! You will return to your homes, but you will not be able to claim salvation! Salvation is in God, and God lives in thoughts of him! Sergey Petrovich looked at the patients, orderlies, nurses, and doctors in complete bewilderment as they listened to the madman's sermon with reverence. - Nurse, what's going on here? Why haven't the patients taken the pills yet? "Because it will soon be over, for the cleansing is near," replied the nurse, who was as if mesmerized by the words of Moses. In a panic, Sergei Petrovich ordered the orderlies to clean up the corridor, but in response, Moses directed the orderlies to take Sergei Petrovich to the ward and tie him to the bed. When the orderlies took Sergei Petrovich to the ward, he shouted in anger: "Let go of the madmen!". The orderlies calmly told him that we were all mad.

“It is why you are here, is it not?” When Narvi had addressed the man, Sethlzaar hadn’t been giving the events much attention, his mind having been riddled with thoughts of how he could convince the Reverends to do something they were united against. “I can’t.” The Reverend shot him a look of irritation. “Then tell me; why are you here?” “Because the seminary believes I can.” The Most Reverend turned to Bratvi. “This is not what we were told.” Bratvi shrugged.

"Em, I love you, but the only 'Father' I’m talking to today is the one who invented extra-strength ibuprofen. I’m a lesbian; the stained glass might shatter if I walk in there today." "And I’m technically still hungover from Friday," Hannah added, pulling her blanket higher. "Go be holy for all of us. Tell God I’ll see Him next week." The campus chapel was beautiful, filled with the scent of old wood and expensive lilies, but I couldn't focus on a single word of the sermon. Every time the congregation knelt, I felt the soreness in my muscles from Friday night. Every time the choir sang about "deliverance," I thought about the way Luca had delivered me to the brink of insanity in my own bedroom.

They are a plague; worse than anything that the madmen who play at bringing demons and infernals to the material plane can summon. They claim to be holy and true servants of the gods, but they spread suspicion like a disease. Their irrepressible paranoia and pathological distrust of others cow, terrorize, intimidate and end up sowing the seeds of fear and mistrust in people. It could easily be described as his special power, unique to the Inquisitor profession and all the repulsive variants of it.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

As many witnesses were, an onlooker bumped heavily into Blake. “Watch it, asshole.” “I’m sor____ oh, Mr. Sermon. We meet again.” Blake said, recognizing the man who bumped into him was Revis Sermon from the clothing store. Revis looked at Blake with shock and horror; how could his luck be this terrible? He had already insulted this man earlier, and now he bumped into him scolding.

“But you know, that’s not even the craziest part of this story.” I raised an eyebrow slightly. What could possibly be crazier than all this? “What’s the crazy part?” “The Reverend was arrested this morning for a lot of things. Organ harvesting. Theft. Embezzlement. God knows what else.” I stared at her. “You’re not serious.” “I’m dead serious.” How the hell did Adrian make all of this look legal enough to throw a pastor in jail? Organ harvesting? What the hell? “I’m still trying to process everything,” I admitted.

Minnie raised her head and looked down on us jeeringly. "What the hell are you on about? Do you really think he gives a damn about his glorified sex toy? "I'm not worried about his wrath because he won't even hurt me. I just don't want the Pendragons to know this other side of me. I have my saintly reputation to maintain!" she rambled. As if worried she did not sound convincing enough, she continued. "You're just some trash who can only survive by a man's grace! You're nothing without the brothers! You don't understand the kind of love between us and the brothers. It crosses all definitions of love!"

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

She shut her eyes and imagined him to be Justin, and held his hand tightly as they walked to the secret garden where the Reverend and the two witnesses were already waiting for them. They stood in front of the Reverend and faced each other to say their vows. Sophia found it hard to make those promises of eternity to a guy she feels nothing for, but she had to do the needful. "...Till death do us part." She had looked up at him and saw the truth. Nothing will ever make her love this guy. Her heart is with her enemy and there's nothing she can do about it. She's lost.

he asks. “I think this is a singular act.” “You think someone in this town did all that? Why would anyone do such?” “In all the crime scenes I keep getting the same aura of a woman...” “Maybe she is part of the cult,” he says sipping on his drink. “That could be true. But...” “But what?” “I will tell you this because I trust you. Before the Reverend Father travelled he had a vision,” I say looking him dead in the eyes “What did he see?”