Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

It was an opportunity Athena couldn't ignore. One moonless night, shrouded in darkness, Athena crept towards the apothecary. Her agile form moved silently, every step calculated to avoid the guards' patrols. With nimble fingers, she picked the lock to the storehouse, slipping inside like a ghost. Rows of vials and jars lined the shelves, their contents illuminated by the faint glow of a single lantern.

I, on the other hand, wished to vomit as she found her pleasure in my manhood. My dick had expelled the semen she was after but yet she continued to plummet herself on my softening organ. When the door flung open and Athena stood there with her eyes bulging I was happy she had returned but heartbroken over her seeing the deprivation of Justine. She had been correct; the woman was clinically insane, and I should have removed her from my home. Unfortunately, I couldn't do a fucking thing at the moment. Justine was torn off me and I moved my eyeballs to meet Athena. I could see the pain and hurt swirling in her eyes and wanted to speak but couldn't.

“I’m here to talk about my husband, Liam. He’s been committed to a mental asylum, but I need you to understand that he’s not violent. He doesn’t belong there.” Dr. Reynolds leaned back in his chair, studying me with an impassive gaze. “Mrs. Tyson, I understand that this is difficult for you, but Liam’s condition is serious. His behavior has been erratic, and the incidents that led to his hospitalization—” “Those incidents were out of character,” I interrupted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Something happened that night, something that made him act that way. But that doesn’t mean he’s insane. He’s not.” Dr. Reynolds sighed, a weary sound that only fueled my anger. “I understand your c

she said. …. Jason and Cain were walking through the dark corridor of the asylum. It was dimly lit and while there were several rooms on their sides, all of them were empty. Except one. “We kept him here,” Cain said, pointing at the occupied room. “He’s completely cuckoo.” Jason peered into the room through the grill bar. Heath was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth with his legs crossed. He was quiet but his eyes were totally white and his once neat hair was a mess. Jason clapped his hands but Heath did not respond. Instead, he was staring at the wall, not blinking at all.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the rusted rivet on the ceiling panel, his fingers twitching in a slow, rhythmic pattern against the wool of his blanket. He didn't turn his head when the truck's air brakes hissed again. Clipped to the partition wall right above the cot was a thick wooden clipboard holding three sets of official campaign medical manifests. The bold black letters at the top were visible through the glass: *Saint Aurelius Endowment Board – Special Psychiatric Confinement Directive.* Below it, the signature of Senator Marcus Hunt was stamped in purple ink, dated October 2021. Eli looked over Lucien’s shoulder, his gaze dropping from the clipboard to the boy on the co

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE | THE RETURN OF DELTA BENJAMIN NATHAN “I can't believe you made them kick us out." Alena hisses, hitting me on the shoulder. “It was fucking worth it. The look of embarrassment on your face made me ignore the anger of the Doctor disrespecting his Alpha." I laugh. Alena looks around, and unintentionally starts fidgeting. The stares she is getting are making her uncomfortable. After our...umm...adventure in the hospital room yesterday, the Doctor kicked us out of the hospital and promised not to let us in unless it is very urgent.

The newfound alliance between Maximus and Callista strengthened, as they sought to unravel the threads of conspiracy entwining the city. In the darkest corners of Athens, Maximus discovered a clandestine gathering known as the "Whispering Assembly." A group of influential individuals, fueled by ambitions and ideologies contrary to the principles of democracy, plotted behind closed doors. Maximus, veiled in anonymity, infiltrated their meetings, eavesdropping on conversations that hinted at a grand design to subvert the very foundations of Athenian governance. As the investigation progressed, Maximus faced a dilemma — expose the conspirators prematurely, risking the integrity of his covert op

Even if it weren’t for him, it should be for Daisie. Nollace looked at him. “I won’t take their lives. They will wish they were dead, though.” He rolled up his window after saying that and blocked Colton’s view. … At an asylum somewhere far in the outskirts… The asylum had tight security with a 30-foot wall and barbed wire. It was more like a prison for mentally ill criminals rather than an asylum. “I’m not crazy! I’m not sick! Let me go!” The staff dragged Susan into a room while she struggled to get free.

Would Aislen have been sent to a mental institute, lobotomized with drugs, discredit with a diagnosis of mental illness? Probably, he told himself. Mental health had been weaponized against people before, against women frequently, Aislen would hardly be the first to be committed for no other reason than angering the wrong person. Aislen had been very lucky… And she was pushing her luck again with the Secret Keeper nonsense. “Oh, don’t start,” she anticipated him, or read his thoughts, he wasn’t sure which. “Don’t start with that again.” “Well,” he replied stung by the irritation in her voice. “I don’t have to, do I?”

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.