Criminally Insane Novels & Stories

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.

“That piece of shit kid was always getting into trouble. Vandalism, petty theft, property theft, arson… all kinds of stuff. Typical spoiled rich boy shit. No offense. I always knew that kid was disturbed. He had no remorse for anything. The only thing he ever regretted was getting caught” “This was before he became Ghost obviously.” “Well, yes. But do you know that this means?” “What?” “It’s insanity. It’s the most oversimplification of anything that has ever happened.” “What?” Will asked again, more insistent. “It means that one of the most dangerous criminals the world has ever known was created because was jealous of you. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” It felt like a kni

“In my world, there is no such thing as legal or illegal. There is only permission… and consequences.” One of the men shifted nervously. Zandrei’s eyes darkened and his lips curved into a faint smile. “If a man steals with a gun, he is called a criminal. If a man steals with documents, signatures, and government seals…” He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. “He is called authority.” Zandrei folded his hands and chuckled. “But we are neither criminals… nor officials.” His eyes glinted. “We are the consequence." He tapped his fingers against the table marking each word.

I waved the papers in the air and Dormani shrugged, his eyes now on me as he dropped his phone. "Are you done? I'm pretty sure you'll have to flip three or more pages to finish that." "Who is getting married?" I asked seriously this time. "Don't act stupidly, Bambina. We both know who is getting married here. Now read that aloud and tell me what it says in detail." Not only was this man mad, but he was......insane. What do they call people with this mental health? A psychopath? Is that it? How did I even get close to this man?

They were puppets to the rogues. "They've lost their minds," Adam muttered. "They might have a mental disorder. Some people are obsessed with something to the point of being psychopaths. They fall into that category. Whether they're obsessed with blood, torture, or dolls. But certainly, they are crazy people who should be exterminated, ah no, isn't the term crazy people too good for them? They are trash. Garbage that should be thrown in the trash." Adam looked surprised by my words, but seconds later one corner of his lips tugged upwards. "Luna, you're right."

The judge asked after all the evidences have been submitted and verified to be true even Pascal was quite and couldn't say anything, all that mattered to him was to the trouble he got himself into with the prosecution for tampering with evidence and he even put the chief prosecutor in trouble too, he knew right there and then that his career was over. "My judgement is that Benson has killed too many people, some for measly reasons, some to cover up his crimes and so on. He also committed arson and participated in illegal things by buying explosives from the black market. Therefore, this shouldn't be seen has ordinary, this man is mentally unfit to be in the society, he's dangerous and should

With soft words she would take the rage out of its gaze until it would allow her hands to touch and leash it so it could no longer hurt him. ‘His state would be helpful to assess his sanity,’ one of the officers said. ‘Any thoughts?’ In extreme situations people aren’t ever sane. So how could they be, in a year like this, and who was to decide it, in a time when no one was allowed to make decisions? ‘Wouldn't that be presumptive?’ She refused an answer. ‘I mean, how am I supposed to know how sane someone is? Don't you need a degree for that?’ As far as Tom was concerned on the 25th a degree wouldn't have been necessary. Not sane at all, he’d been and would often refer to his lost sanity hims

"You can't keep me here." "Can't I?" I raised a brow. "Because according to the paperwork, you had a complete mental breakdown. The stress of your company's collapse triggered a psychotic episode that resulted in you attacking several innocent women on the street." I paused. "Then you tried to kill yourself. You're clearly a danger to yourself and others." The bastard's eyes went wide. "That's not true. I never— I didn't do any of that!"