Insanity Book Novels & Stories

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

Mirana uttered gazing into her eyes. "Don't think what others are going to say and think, Ness because these same exact others had hurted and broken Inessa Elvira Suarez to her extend but I can guarantee you that nobody is ever going to be capable of breaking or hurting Inessa Sinister Rodriguez because this time, she is not alone anymore, " Inessa swallowed hardly hearing her each and every word. "Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, "

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

Breaking the Eye wall is now available on Amazon. Com along with the rest of the series. Across the desk and weathering the storm are also there. if you have just joined and read this book or have been here from the beginning it has been a ride to write these three stories. I absolutely did not plan for this or them to be what they turned out to be. Across the desk was supposed to be an erotic book that took a nasty turn and thr Insanity series was born. Max and Deanna have become a major part of me now. They will be back in the next book of the nightmare series.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

so here we saw a change. They talked... they hide their feelings... but there is some progress.. isn't it? Share your thoughts, and do add my new book SAMSON- MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST... 17 chapter are free.. to read... I promise you will see the pain in their love story too... he is insomniac and she came as his therapist...

Iliana’s POV: I was lost in the world of fiction when my own world slowed down to a sudden halt. I was getting that feeling. Again. For the hundredth time now. Hair on the nape of my neck stood taller as my breathing became shallow. I clutched the book in my hands as if it were my only anchor. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just in your head.’ I chanted the mantra repeatedly, even though I knew it wasn’t only in my head. I wasn’t crazy. No matter what the police said, I couldn’t be paranoid enough to imagine the same horrifying thing again and again.

For a short moment, he realized the mess he created and the fury he had with such a sudden behavior "Insanity!" He exclaimed. Controlling his temper, he slouched to the nearest sit he found beside the book casing. He always preferred a sit near his books. Always. A seat near the his books aways reminded him if a controlled life, discplened and thoroughly built up with principles. All his life was a structure enhanced by discipline and controlled temper. But right now, he couldn't contain it anymore

It was something else that made me wonder how long it would take him to reach my room. I picked up the book again and tried to read. Ten minutes passed and I read the same paragraph four times. Fifteen minutes and nothing. I frowned at the page and threw the book onto the table. “This man is making me insane,” I muttered. “I can’t even read a fucking book.” The door was knocked, three times before I raised an eyebrow as I looked at it. And for a second I considered making him wait, but curiosity and something sharper pushed me to the door. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and opened it.