Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

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

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

Being the only free public institution available to house those with special cases of mental instability, the poor maintenance was surely reflected in all aspects. “Acre Hills Asylum.” Marcel mumbled under her breath, walking along the path to the old washed out building; as she couldn’t help but feel goosebumps tingling underneath her skin from just a glance of a few nurses standing by. Somehow imagining their smiles as being sinister and twisted. They were like those creepy doctors from some terrible horror film waiting to sedate their feeble patients. The girl quickly shook her head to rid her mind of exaggeratingly over thinking things, less she be immediately confined instead of release

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.

"Sit down, Lilith. We need to have a serious decision. I need your help with something very important. You can't back out from this, not after promising me that you would repay me for my kindness, no matter the cost" Gemma slowly sat down on her seat, her fists clenched. She had no choice now. *Flashback* Nurses in scrubs wheeled food and drugs to the admitted patients of the Compulsive disorder section. Among these patients, some of them were mumbling incoherent words to themselves, others were either picking at their nails, violently scratching their scalp or pacing back and forth in their wards, having a mental breakdown. In Ward 12B sat 18 years old Jensen Jefferson. He was staring outsi

“Where is Liana, Aunt? When will she come back home?” My query burst her into tears, she spoke dolefully, “Never! She can’t come back home. The doctors say it’s unsafe for her to leave the asylum.” What? Psychiatric hospital? What happened to Liana? As Aunt closed the door immediately, I couldn’t ask any questions. Then I hailed a cab towards the hospital for answers. My mind was inadequate to join the dots of my perfectly healthy and happy friend’s stay at psych hold. It was a disturbing mystery how she ended up there in such a short time.

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.

So I waited until she was safely in the car and Victor had pulled away before I moved to my other vehicle, where Edwards was already waiting in the driver's seat. "Let's go." Edwards pulled out of the garage, and thirty minutes later, we were in lower Manhattan. The buildings here were older, most of them converted into luxury lofts or artisan shops. Edwards pulled up in front of a low but wide-sprawling building. It was a psychiatric facility that had been renovated to look more like a private hospital than an asylum. "What are they processing him for?" I asked. "Acute psychotic episodes with violent tendencies," Edwards replied.