Criminally Insane Novels & Stories

Old lady was still crazy. ***

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

"Fuck that psychiatrist, Kris!" And as predicted, he's gonna explode like a ticking bomb. "Why do you keep insisting that I'm having mental illness-" “I'm not saying you are-” "But you're actually making me feel like I'm one!" The newly hired maids aren't at our house yet, so Liam and I are the only two here, fighting in the home he once called a palace. "Am I not normal in your eyes? What is wrong with my character for you to think that I’m insane?!”

We are being tested on psychotropic drugs without asking our permission. – I know it's hard to understand, but we're in the hospital for a reason. We're sick and we need help. You'll have to accept that. Why are you in the hospital? – I'm a political dissident. – I mean, what was your diagnosis?" – It doesn't matter what my diagnosis is. Yes, there is all the dissident put the diagnosis. Sluggish schizophrenia. If you are a danger to the state, you are sent to the psychiatric mines.

It was clear that these people would not cause much of an effect on him, but they did make him feel disgusted. The mastermind might just be thinking about making him disgusted too. Or rather, since this was a special day, they were issuing a challenge to Thomas. Thomas had made many enemies, and it was not strange for him to run into something like this. The problem was, just which enemy would march to their own death and choose to make their presence known during such a crucial moment? “I figured it out.” Samson said, “These people all have criminal records. They’re habitual offenders when it comes to blocking cars and scamming people of their money.

I cringe whenever I hear the word crazy I feel it degrades my clients and they don't deserve that However I keep quiet. " We need your help, our son is very violent and it started while he was still a child and at first we thought his a kid he'll outgrow it but that never happened instead it kept on getting worse. We are also afraid of him now and even our business associates some no longer want to do business with us. People now speak of us as the Mafia my husband and I are not in the Mafia we built our business in a clean and honorable way. We are desperate we feel he needs help nad you are the only person who can help us"

“The only reason why I didn’t fuck you is because I didn’t want to tamper with the goods. Your pleas have no effect on me.” I didn’t believe that. Or perhaps I chose not to believe that. “I’ll do anything. Don’t give me to that psychopath. He’s insane.” “That’s the point,” Crewe said coldly. “He’s the craziest man I’ve ever done business with—and that’s saying something.”

When Mamed was arrested on May 23, 1999, and confessed to the attempted murders of his father, sister, and friends, when his stepmother's remains could not be analyzed because she had been cremated, which was suggested by Crowley, and in At the time his death was not treated as a suspect, but rather as a result of complications from injuries sustained in a traffic accident. Sometime later, when Mamed was detained under the Mental Health Act at Arkham Hospital, an institution for patients with mental disorders who have committed crimes, after being evaluated by two psychiatrists before his trial and diagnosed as suffering from a personality disorder, and also schizophrenia (classified by law

"If he were tried for his crimes, he would be tried for treason, among other things, and the sentence for that is death" Kimberly looked horrified. "Wouldn't he be found not guilty due to manipulation or insanity or something?". I speak up as I can tell none of them understands. "That's not the problem, Kimberly. I'm not sure any of you understand the main problem here". Everyone stops and turns to me with a look of confusion. I try to explain. "Does anyone know where the word Lunatic comes from?". Willow, of course, knows the answer. "Yeah. They noticed certain people with mental health disorders became more agitated when there was a full moon. Lunatic or Lunacy means Moon Sickness in Latin

“My name is Camile. And know that I’ve got pepper spray and a pocketknife in my bag!” I crush her fingers in panic. Now this man is going to shoot us in the face. But, surprisingly, he lets out an ironic chuckle. “And who will the madams be betting on today?” Who? So there are people? They bet on people? I have no idea what this little shit is talking about, but I can’t act dumb. Bets. That’s what goes on here. A casino maybe. Illegal gambling? Fuck. This place must be full of criminals. That’s it. I doubt he asks this kind of cocky question to regulars who frequent this place.