Criminally Insane Novels & Stories

*Never again. She repeated it like a mantra while showering, while dressing in a conservative cream blouse and high-waisted skirt that hid the faint fingerprints on her hips. She spent the day locked in her room, sketching furiously—dark, stormy pieces that looked suspiciously like a certain grey-eyed devil. When the staff knocked for dinner, her stomach twisted.

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

“As you may know, when people are diagnosed with something, it is not their fault to exhibit it. It becomes a part of them.” “Your Honor, would you say a madman, who, of course, smacked a plant on a woman on the roadside and to which the woman falls down and dies immediately, was guilty of the crime—murder? Wouldn’t we say it was the dead woman’s fault? The question would be: why would you see a madman on the street, heading toward you, and wait until he smacked a heavy plant on your head?” “Your Honor, the same is for my client. He was diagnosed with sadomasochism. And we all know what this was all about. A person with this disorder was usually portrayed to behave wildly and go as far as r*

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.

James replied, "Except for the one with a mental problem. The others were all criminals with murder cases. They used to do illegal work for powerful people. If something happened, someone would take responsibility for it, so after a few years, they would be safe. This time, the Public Security Bureau issued a death order and would not give them any more chances to be pardoned. Yesterday, I had Lawyer Chen transfer the person who harmed madam to the 933 prison. He will definitely not return." Alex nodded and dusted off his ashes. "The person with a mental problem. Where is he now?" "He is in the Luan Special Hospital." "James, go and take a good look at his body," Alex said. James suddenly un

Qin Lei busily said, "Your Honor, the defendant Zhuang Jia used the facts of the crime as a false story, I think her psychological condition is relevant to this case, and the psychiatrist happens to be able to prove it." The judge said, "Objection overruled." Mu Zi furrowed her brows and sat down again. Qu Mingjun couldn't help but whisper, "Is this prosecutor stupid, if he deduces that Zhuang Jia killed someone in a state of insanity, isn't that equivalent to acquittal?" Mentally ill people do not break the law by killing because they are not legally complete persons, i.e., they have lost the capacity for civil behavior. Mu Zi's face sank slightly, "If he succeeds in his deduction, Zhuang J

The document clearly stated that Cynthia was suffering from a severe mental illness and, through legal sophistry, argued that she had simply experienced a relapse due to overstimulation that day. According to the law, the maximum sentence for a mentally ill person's crime was lifetime imprisonment without parole. Even if the evidence was conclusive, the death penalty could not be imposed upon someone with severe mental illness. Just as Cynthia's lips curved into a smug smile, Xavier spoke up. He had lost a lot of weight, and there was stubble on his face. He had also been staring off into space the entire time, and his voice sounded just as distant. "I can testify that Cynthia Musich is heal

Cane. “Love…” he came in with pursed lips and swiping on his hair. “I’ve got some news. His psychiatric test results are in. He is a clinically diagnosed psychopath and has a plethora of other mental illnesses. I’m sure he’s going to use it as his defense.” “So… it’s unlikely he’s going to jail?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “Yes, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. He might not rot in prison but he is going to a mental institution. I will make sure he’s locked up, I promise.”

They couldn’t punish him as he was mentally unstable. It was relieving to hear that they are taking that person as far away as possible from us so that he can’t hurt us anymore but I couldn’t believe how a mentally ill person could gather all the details about Vian and come up with a plan to pose like a cop so that he could hurt him. It was just beyond my understandings.