Ahs Insane Asylum Novels & Stories

He deserved a reward. When Nikkie went to pick Asahi up at the uptown club that night, Asahi had already lost his mind. When he was brought out of confinement, he refused to open his eyes, he was shivering and kept trying to force his pinky fingers into his earlobes, resulting in several nail wounds to his ears. The wounds were already infected. Nikkie immediately took Asahi to the hospital hoping he could still be saved. It would be a total waste if, after all that he had to part with, he ends up with an agent with a broken mind. Happy with his achievements, Rolph handed his deal with Leo and Nikkie to Derrick while he prepared to return to Marfa for the Christmas holiday.

I said kissing her cheeks before standing up. “You must not be with me. My people will kill you and I can't bear to see you get hurt. It hurts me but I hope you forget me and live on.” he said smiling even though it is breaking my heart. She will hate me for sure but I need to go. I need to go before the situation becomes worse. I quickly made out the underground clinic. I was surprised to see that it was actually a cave. I looked around trying to find where I am. The place was a bit unfamiliar but I have no choice but to walk forward.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

Hazel shrieked in horror. When he was done, Randy collapsed against her chest, already fast asleep. Hazel’s hands clenched into fists. And then....... “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Her scream pierced through the silence of the penthouse that night. ROYAL HOSPITAL Matteo walked out of the hospital wearing a white hoodie, baggy brown jeans, and a head warmer. He spotted a beautiful girl leaning casually against an expensive car. “You finally came, I thought you were going to ditch me ” she teased with a smirk.

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

And so, I dove into the past of the asylum. The library was a musty, dimly lit room, shelves towering like ancient sentinels, filled with volumes that whispered secrets long forgotten. I pulled down dusty tomes, flipping through pages stained with age and neglect. My fingers trembled with a mix of excitement and dread. Each word I read felt like a thread pulling me deeper into the darkness surrounding Nina. The asylum had been founded over a century ago, built on the outskirts of town, far away from prying eyes. The records described it as a sanctuary for the mentally ill—a haven where they could find peace and healing.

Something serious. Asher arrived at the traffic light at that moment and he was forced to stop when the red light came on. " I'm on my way to the Ashju facility. What's wrong? " " You didn't spend the time in your home last night, did you? " " I spent the night with my wife. What's wrong? What's going on? " " It's... It's your facility. A crazy arsonist set the damn facility on fire. It was only by luck everyone was safe. He is ... "

Dargan’s POV “This is…,” Ashton mumbled looking around with a look of disgust on his face. “Depressing.” Well, seeing as he came from a pack that had enough money to wipe their asses with it, I understood that he found the “cabin in the woods”-look sort of depressing. The packhouse was barely a one-and-a-half-story building, with some desks scattered across the main floor and a closed-off office in the back. The bathroom was cramped next to what looked like some kind of enforced holding cells and to top it all off:

he whispered. Mason leaned in until the space between them was just inches. “Then give me a reason to believe you’re worth keeping alive.” Hale swallowed hard, eyes wet now. When he spoke again, it was barely audible. “Ashgrove wasn’t the first facility. There’s another. Deeper. Older. They call it Hollowmere… and you don’t want to go there.” Mason didn’t blink. “Good. Now start talking about who’s running it.”

"He won’t toss me into jail or hand me over to the cops. And even if he did, I wouldn’t end up in prison." He was right. With his history of hereditary mental illness, they’d likely send him to a psychiatric facility rather than prison. Schizophrenia and PTSD was his get-out-of-jail-free card. (FLASHBACK TO THURSDAY 'S AFTERNOON) ASHER'S POV It's been a few days since I told David about Mirian's absence. But, I didn't tell him it was Keyisha because I had a plan and it was going accordingly. I was at the gate of her dad's mansion, I tapped into the security system and disabled every little CCTV camera in every corner of the house, before I snuck in. I couldn't wait till Friday before meeting