Criminally Insane Novels & Stories

He'd break into random, vacant giggles and let saliva trail from his mouth, looking every bit the part of a madman. "Your Honor, my client has suffered from severe schizophrenia due to long-term professional stress. He was in the middle of a psychotic episode during the time of the alleged crimes and lacks the capacity for criminal responsibility." The lawyer even produced an authoritative report from a medical institution. In the gallery, Grandma's eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. If the evaluation held, Uncle Adam could get medical parole or even avoid prison altogether. I sat in the plaintiff's seat. Before I could even open my mouth, Aunt Zoe, sitting on the other side of the defense

Even after everything he's put me through, I still feel sad that he lost his mate. They say that when a wolf loses their mate it can make them go insane, sometimes even kill themselves, and while my dad didn't ever resort to harming himself, I often wondered if the death of my mother did make him go insane, but just a different kind of insane to the normal. Usually, when a wolf goes insane they turn nasty towards everyone around them, and while my dad doesn't behave like that, it doesn't stop me from wondering if maybe he has a different form of being insane in which he manages to keep it hidden from the world and just take it out on me.

Nah, this was like a cult or something right? “Is that why you sometimes zone out? I just thought you were tired.” April nodded and continued, “rogues don’t have a pack and live on their own in the woods. Mostly in wolf form. A lot of them are criminals, left to fend on their own as punishment.” I rolled my eyes, “so you just sent your criminals out there?! That’s harsh.” April shrugged, “you put yours in prison, with little chance of reform. Not to mention racism plays a large role in your judicial system. We both could do things differently. “

"Because you can't." "Why not?" Madison turned to her. "Because they're all patients. You're not, remember? Why would you want to hang out with the mentally ill?" Cynthia was speechless for a second. "So the crazy people can spend time outside, but the sane ones can't?" Madison clasped her hands behind her back. "There are many of them out there. You'd be the only normal one. If something happens, do you really think you could fight them off? We're protecting you."

Damien’s uncharacteristic urge to curse like a sailor was starting to irritate him. As he snatched one of the cookies Junee had left cooling on the kitchen counter, he contemplated the grim facts. His lawyer hadn’t found a way around the legal knots Theodore had tied. There wasn’t evidence to have him declared mentally unstable. He was, but then he’d always been a crazy son of a bitch. If being or acting like a son of a bitch could be considered a mental condition.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” “I’m not stopping.” I pushed my fingers in and out steady and deep. “But if that cleaner walks in right now, he’s gonna see you with my fingers buried in your ass and your cock leaking all over the tile. You want that?” “No… yes… I don’t know…”

"Millianna's crimes are so many, and almost all related to murder, she cannot live in prison peacefully waiting for this to be released. According to the lawyer's advice, the maximum penalty for Millianna is life in prison, meaning she will never be released. However, if Milliannna turns into a madman, she can be released without any punishment." This is exactly what Edward feels most angry about. If Millianna turns into a madman, then she won't have to pay for what she did. The law does not punish the insane. Millianna already knows this, so she's trying to be a madman to get away with it.

But what struck me most was the look in her eyes. Blank. Like no one was home. Her lawyer stood. Slick suit. Too confident. “Your Honor, my client intends to plead not guilty by reason of insanity,” he said smoothly. “She was experiencing a drug-induced psychotic episode, exacerbated by untreated bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. She was not in control of her actions, nor capable of understanding the consequences.” Bullshit. My nails dug into Stacy’s thigh. “She obtained a firearm. She waited outside his clinic. She pulled the trigger,” I whispered.

Then I would feed Adeline some of my Greek-style pasta. "Well, XN technologies developed a new upgrade for everyone's security houses." Amelia spoke proudly. "Elaborate" Dominique said, feeding Nyx. "It still classified mf. We're still finishing some final touches so we can ensure that it's 100% effective for our customers." Amelia said, eating her food. "Halifax industries develop a new drug to help Alzheimer's patients, and it's now on a clinical trial," Dominique said proudly. "Wow, mf that's big news," Katya said.

“But yes, you’re right. It’s fake. I do have a bit of a checkered past, mostly white-collar crimes. Insider trading, embezzlement, money laundering, that sort of thing. When I was turned, I felt like a god and thought I could do whatever I wanted. I got caught and was going to go to jail. You know a bit of how that is and know how it could’ve ended badly so I managed to disappear and change my name. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m mostly on the straight and narrow now.” “Okay, so then why did you take so long to get me out of there?” “Do you realize some mental health facilities there are in Kansas City, private and otherwise? Not to mention the surrounding areas! The girls had no idea which one