Driven Insane Novels & Stories

Happy. I couldn’t watch anymore. I climbed back into the truck. Slammed the door. Reversed fast. Tires spun on gravel. I peeled out of the driveway without looking back. One hand gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The other fist pressed hard against my chin. My jaw clenched. My breathing came out rough and uneven. I drove fast, like a madman. My vision blurred. Not from tears. From anger. From something I couldn’t control.

SIRA To my horror, his harsh words seemed to drive me insane. Everything was succeeding in breaking me apart. I don’t know what to do or what I should do to make me feel better. All I knew was that, I was going insane with needs. I felt his hands move down even more and I couldn’t think straight. Everything was succeeding in driving me insane. I wanted this so much and I couldn’t even think straight. Alpha Eros leaned even closer to me, and I felt like I was hyperventilation. It was just too much and I couldn’t really think straight. Everything was succeeding in making me go crazy and I had no idea what else to do at that moment.

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.

I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle. I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration. I drew in a deep breath for It's official: I'm the town's crazy woman, I'm even dressed like one seeing my reflection and I'm really losing touch with reality, being paranoid.

If I do, then I’ll know for sure I’m really going crazy. I started the engine and drove out of the compound faster than I should, my grip on the wheel tight. I needed to get my head straight. --- Lorenzo's POV My hands tightened around the wheel, my knuckles turning white as I drove roughly, ignoring every traffic light I passed. No matter how hard I tried to calm my damn mind down, it wouldn’t work. My head kept replaying what I saw earlier. Isn’t this what I wanted? Then why does it feel like it’s not really what I wanted at all?

The second I slid into the driver’s seat, I felt the tension snap inside me and the control I had kept so meticulously in place unraveling like a frayed rope. I drove like a fucking madman pushing the engine to its limits and breaking every goddamn rule that existed on the road. Red lights blurred past me, speed limits useless and the city turned into nothing more than a streak of headlights in my peripheral vision. I didn’t stop. Didn’t let myself think.

CHAPTER 71 – CLAIMED IN MADNESS She arches her back against the bed, the tension coiling through her body until it feels like her spine will snap in two. Her voice breaks free in a desperate whimper, her lips parting as a sharp cry tumbles out. “Oh my God…” she gasps, her pussy tightening hard around him, squeezing with uncontrollable rhythm, letting him know exactly how much he is driving her beyond sanity. The reaction makes Adrian groan deep in his chest, his head falling forward, because nothing feeds his hunger more than feeling her body clench down on him, dragging him closer to the edge of madness. He revels in it, losing himself to the rhythm, allowing the darkness inside him to take

The drive back to Daniel’s house felt like it took forever and no time at all at the same time. My skin was already prickling with heat…not the consuming inferno from earlier, but enough to make me want to claw out of my own body. Every bump in the road sent sparks shooting through my nervous system, and I had to grip the steering wheel hard enough to leave marks just to keep myself from turning around. Stupid stubborn bastard. Enzo and his self-loathing bullshit were going to be the death of me. Or at least the death of my sanity.

Anyway, I thought it was driving you insane. ‘It was. You kept flicking at it like one of those idiot women in a shampoo commercial.’ Dear me y the gloves are really coming off now. ‘Then you should be pleased it’s superglued,’ she said tartly. ‘To stop you going any more insane than you already are. The way you were driving back there I wondered whether we were going to arrive in body bags.’ ‘There was nothing remotely dangerous about my driving, and if I was driven temporarily insane today, you know perfectly well why.’

Gunshots cracked through the storm. Not wild. Precise. Controlled. The rear window of our SUV exploded inward. Glass rained over me like ice. One of the men in front shouted, slumping sideways. Blood sprayed across the windshield. The driver fought for control. Matteo grabbed the handle above the door, fury twisting his features. “He’s insane!” the driver yelled. No. Not insane. Focused. The pursuing car emerged beside us. Black. Low. Unstoppable. For half a second, through shattered glass and sheets of rain—