Loucura Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

And yet, for a fleeting moment, he found himself oddly grateful that Fool was a cerebral palsy patient. Cerebral palsy is a neurological disorder that affects movement and posture. Some cases come with cognitive impairment, but others—like Fool—have completely normal intelligence. In fact, Fool clearly had not only normal intellect but also normal emotional capacity. Which was precisely why Louis could tell—Fool liked Adora. If it weren’t for his condition, Louis might have had one more rival to contend with. And knowing how Adora always repaid kindness, she might’ve even considered offering herself in return.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

He said with anger laced in his voice. "How do you know and that? How do you know about líza's [ pronounced| lie-za ] party?" I panicked. "I know everything."

"You created this whole world in your head. A world where you think you deserve love after all the fucked up things you've done." Lorenzo shook his head, "I-I don't understand what's happening. B-Bonnie we just had three babies. W-we're happy!" "What babies Lorenzo?" Bonnie asked. Lorenzo glanced at the cribs and they were gone. Amara, Adriano and Adamo were gone. Lorenzo gripped his head as he felt a massive headache hit him. "What's going on? I don't understand." Bonnie walked close to him, gripping his neck, "I'll tell you what's going on, you sick bastard. You're hallucinating."

She was suspecting the worst and knew the inevitable was bound to happen in the very near future. "There is a queer fellow who lives here. He cures many people's psychological problems by his mystical mantras." Lima adminished Amara blatantly. Amara looked at her grandmother quizzical. She knew Lima wasn't a well educated woman and believed in black magic, sorcery and such other practices. When Amara tried to argue Lima became more adamant and decided to take Benjamin to the queer fellow who was popularly addressed as 'Fakir'. Lima reported the issue to him. The fakir looked into the eyes of Benjamin and slapped him.

he didn't realize that there was a hole in his head. I dropped the piece of brick in my hand and screamed, "Oh, crap! Did I give him a concussion and he lost his mind?!" Leo took a glance at Lucas and cleared his voice. "Yes! As a matter of fact, yes! You used a brick to bash his head, and that's why he is stupid now. Look at him! He probably won't be able to pee by himself for the rest of his life! And you'll be the one who's there giving him a hand!"

In this fragile state, fragmented memories and emotions intertwined, creating a chaotic tapestry of confusion. Within the depths of my comatose mind, a single name echoed incessantly—a name that stirred something deep within my soul. "Zara ," I called out, my voice a mere whisper that seemed to dissipate into the ether. It was a name laden with significance, though its origins remained shrouded in the haze of my unconsciousness.

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

But I was more curious about the nonsense she said. "Uh we?" "Yes, Leah. We. As in me, you and half a dozen gold rum. What's the point of my best friend coming back home if we don't celebrate it, Davenport style." I could feel it. The amount of booze in that bag could do for this entire house. I felt drunk already but somehow I couldn't bring myself to care. *** "Uh, Hayley, I think you should slow down a bit." Half an hour in one of South France's hippest clubs and my best friend was already on her way to being shitfaced. I watch her gulp another shot of rum and white champagne. Or what we call "gold rum".