Ahs Insane Asylum Novels & Stories

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

I am afraid that the people in front of us have ill intent. « That’s unprecedented, » the woman turned her head in all directions, « Welcome to the… the… dark black asylum… The beginning of everything. » The dark black asylum; where did I hear it before? « Rasha, have you ever heard of the dark black asylum? » I acquired. « No. Why? »

Two officers stood there, looking ready to subdue her if they needed. “Taking so many precautions,” Ayla mused as she hopped out. She turned to look at the building, and her little smile turned into a sneer. This wasn’t Lucas’ estate. Or the prison. The lettering near the top of the building read, W2P Sanitarium & Mental Institute. “Quite the mouthful,” Ayla muttered. She turned to look at one of the officers. “I believe you may have brought me to the wrong place. See, I’m expecting Lucas--”

None of us think about going to our room for a change of clothes because we can't afford to waste any more time out of the ten minutes it will take us to arrive at Council Yard Penitentiary. We arrived at the Yard safely. I didn't call Neal to announce our arrival since I don't want to distract them if they've managed to distract Ash from hurting herself. We arrive at the psych ward. The moment we step into the ward's corridor, I realize Neal did not exaggerate about the damages Ash caused when we start seeing badly damaged metal benches and broken desks. It indeed looks like a hurricane just passed through the place. I thought. I entered her room to see the bed that was bolted to the floor

Subject 17 didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped forward, lowering her voice. "You don’t understand yet, do you?" Ayesha frowned. "Understand what?" Subject 17’s eyes darkened. "They weren’t creating me to replace you." Ayesha’s breath caught. "What?" Subject 17’s lips curved. "They were creating me to kill you." And then— She attacked. Hidden Safehouse – Somewhere in the Mountains The air inside the cabin was thick with tension. No one spoke, but the weight of what they had just discovered hung over them like a storm.

He raised his hand toward a small living room area and told me to make myself comfortable. "The reaper knows about my home and will inform Zaika of the location when they find my mate," he said firmly. "The male is bipolar and suffers other mental issues like anxiety and imposter syndrome," my Wolf Aspen whined in my head. I told her I could see that something was off with him. Taking a seat, I watched Asher head to a decanter and pour himself a glass of golden liquid. He noticed me watching him and offered me a glass. I politely declined and averted my eyes from him.

Retrieving a bag of pretzels, Ashlyn began picking at the food, and before she knew it, half of the bag was gone. For the next hour, Ashlyn laid back on the couch and tried to have a nap. But every fiber of her being itched to go back to the hospital and be with Abel. And Derek. It was that last desire that concerned her. In her emotional need, had she crossed a line that she couldn't replace? Caught in a mental tug of war, Ashlyn stood and returned to the kitchen where Kass was busy making a turkey bacon panini and a large coffee.

Sandhya's question was not new for any servants or any family members. When Aska failed to call her twice a day, Sandhya was scared to death. She knew Manit and his whole family were insane; vultures. Though Manit and his two brothers were caged, still, his rest family was outside living a good life and no one could find their exact location.

Hazel POV The safe house sat on a quiet hill overlooking the city, surrounded by high walls and thick trees. It was beautiful in a cold, perfect way — modern lines, large windows, and luxury I had only ever seen in magazines. But no matter how many times I walked through its rooms, it never felt like home. Asher had increased security even more after the wedding. Guards patrolled the grounds in shifts. Cameras covered every corner. No one could enter or leave without clearance. It was necessary, he said. Callie was still out there, angry and unpredictable.