Elements Of Insanity Novels & Stories

“If you’re going to do this, boss, now’s the time. You know how to make sure she’s not wired.” I’m not worried about her being wired. What I’m worried about is her insanity. No one in their right mind would do this. She’s not stupid either—her file shows she’s smart, damn smart. So why this reckless move? Desperation? Maybe. But this is beyond desperate—it’s fucking suicidal.

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

I just gotta talk, you know. Talking is different from annoying! Can't you be normal!' Define normal? You getting killed because you couldn't control your mouth. He loves me, he's the flavor of my cookie, he will never hurt me. Oh, really? Then why are you running? I'm making sure that theory is a hundred percent, you know, for safety reasons. You know, we are crazy, but you are a psycho. We are the same, we are both insane. So says the girl arguing with her subconscious.

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

The doctor scanned Margarita behind her glasses and understood something was wrong with her. She stood and made her comfortable with a hug. “Is everything all right?” “Yes,” she nodded and settled on the couch. “I am sorry you went through all of this.” “What’s wrong with him?” The doctor opened her notes; she jotted down the last seven days. “He is an insomniac, hallucinates things, has a trust issue, has an anger issue,” “What else?” Margarita didn’t want to tell her about him lying all the time, and most importantly, about him being a murderer, because she knew how the criminal mind works; they might kill her and others too if they found out the person is detrimental.

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.

Stupid, reckless, and lack of sanity. Those words were like a cycle in my mind as the water came running all of my skin along with the moon's faint light. As bright as the night light, it was my own doom. I had to be out of my mind as soon as I dived into the unknown water without second thoughts. I was sure one had to be insane between the both of us. I wondered if it would be me who dared to save a suicidal person or a suicidal person who did not think at all while I was by his side?

"You're lying. Carlos is... he's controlled." "He’s a machine with a broken engine!" Maria cried. "Go to the Sancta Maria Clinic. Ask for the records of Daniel Varez. Look at the dates passport photographs. Every time he went away on a business trip to London or New York, he was actually in a padded room being pumped full of antipsychotics. He’s not a genius, Inés. He’s a lunatic. He’s dangerous because he doesn't feel fear or empathy the way we do." Inés backed away, her mind spinning. If Maria was telling the truth, his obsession wasn't just about power. It was a symptom of a deep, dark sickness.

What the hell was that? 'Are you messing with me Davina' 'Nope, I'm not sure if we are going crazy or if shadows now have souls either' 'Great! Even my wolf is as clueless as me.' 'You do know we are the same, right?' 'Well, then according to humans I am definitely crazy. Also known as multiple personality disorder' 'It's no longer politically correct to classify mental disorders as crazy' 'Argh, I hate myself' "Elena come on we only have a few hours before breakfast. We need to get some training in since you skipped yesterday and the day before that." Serenity said bringing me out of my head.

“You know that he is not one to fall for your charm. Why try something you have failed at several times already. Are you insane?” What was the definition of insanity? Einstein Insanity read, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results”. Fernandez didn’t understand why Asmodeus was even trying. The number of people who could resist her deadly charm didn’t exceed ten - and that included women. Unfortunately for her, Kaspian was part of the ten, and he was among the fastest to recover whenever he was hit by her charm. For Fernandez, it was folly for Asmodeus to keep trying the same thing and expecting something different. “It was worth a try anyway,” Asmodeus