Insanity Book Novels & Stories

Brothers C H A P T E R 8 R H Y K E R "I'm fucking bored!" Roman groaned in annoyance as I read the last chapter of my book, it's about the human brain and its behaviours. This book describes a lot about experiments on human beings, treating them as if they were guinea pigs. "Dude, what the fuck are you reading?" Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright.

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.

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

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Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series. i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

Working as an advocate for mental health, speaking about her obsession and recovery, helping others with similar struggles. “I destroyed my life over someone who didn’t love me,” she told audiences. “Spent years obsessing over a fantasy relationship. Ended up hospitalized, medicated, nearly destroyed.” She’d written a memoir “Obsession: My Journey from Delusion to Recovery” about her stalking, hospitalization, and eventual healing. It was brutally honest about her mental illness and the harm she’d caused. The book found unexpected audience others who’d struggled with obsessive behaviors, families trying to understand mental illness, people navigating recovery.

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”