Insanity Book Novels & Stories

' 'That could be considered treason, watch where you say such things,' Xander replied angrily. 'I only said something because I know you feel the same,' William said. 'You can't tell me you don't think he's off the crocker. Ever since Emma died, he has gone completely insane, wouldn't you say?' William asked. 'Kill every human we meet? That seems rather intense.'

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

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.

… When they displayed the sisters, they were left alive—but with their limbs amputated—in two large urns. We were shocked by the intensity of the brothers' insanity. Zagreus even beamed at me. "Don't worry. This is just the overture. Once their wounds heal, we will cut them up bit by bit again! Until they are dead and in pieces!" "What about their company?" I asked. Zion answered excitedly, "No worries! We've purchased the Steins' company. You will own it tomorrow!" The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood.

So your story, save it for the readers! - If it is simply paranoia after trauma, how can in a few days in the hospital create such a clear, clear, vivid life? Tell me, how can our brains be so delusional? I looked up, reaching out to push the books on the table: - Stop talking nonsense, get up and eat, I'm hungry! - Go now and always! Going to eat grilled buffet, I know this place is delicious! Please invite me! - The guy... - Do you have a small music box in your house?

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

Inside is a letter from a woman named Maya. She writes: "I was in a hospital waiting room three weeks ago. My boyfriend had put me there. I was waiting for test results on my arm, which he had broken. I had a book with me that someone had lent to me. Your book. I read the entire thing in one sitting in that hospital waiting room. I cried through chapter seven. I recognized myself in every word you wrote about being afraid and being in love and being trapped in the same person simultaneously.

Diego chuckled sarcastically, "Do you think he will do that now? In his position? With the kind of power he has, did he even acknowledge that he needed any help?" She sat back on the chair looking at the flickering light from the fire, "He knows it ... he just didn't want to admit it, he's too tough for that." Diego let out a long exhale, "I don't think you paid me 20 million dollars to be your psychiatrist, he killed your parents," he looked at her in the eyes, "If you're not as sick as he is ... that should mean something to you ... this man is going to kill you eventually, maybe not now, not when you grovel at his feet and ask for his forgiveness ... for not accepting being badly mistreat

But that was okay, not until Danny died. Because of me. That’s what they say. Instead of reminiscing those painful memories, I decided to sleep my exhaustion away. It didn’t take me minutes to fall asleep. “You’re the reason why all of these things happened!” “You are truly bad luck!” “You don’t deserve to live!” “You’re a monster!” “She died because of you!” I woke up sweating all over and breathing heavily. Where does that came from? Why am I hearing voices? Are they real? Or it’s just a dream?

“It will be a while, but it will pass. Yer going to meet someone who will change the course of yer life.” “I’d be more impressed if you could help me sleep.” Camille teased. “Yeh don’t sleep?” She shook her head. “I have chronic insomnia. I can’t take medication and was told to read something boring.” She scoffed and motioned to the large collection of books. “Of course, I’m the weirdo that finds encyclopedias interesting.” “I speak to the dead. Yer not the only weirdo around.” “I have a book about that.” Camille marked her place in her book with her bookmark and sat it aside as she stood up.