Revered Insanity Novels & Stories

“Because I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.” Slowly, Sane approached her, afraid he might do something she wouldn't like. He no longer wanted her to push him away. "If you only know, if you only know how hard it is to understand myself. I am troubled and mad, you see. I shouldn't even be talking to you for I am the dead girl and I carry the wrath with me. You'll only be unfortunate once you stay, Sane. And I don't want to drag you down with me. If I am meant to perish in my poor grave and keep my death sealed without saving, so be it.

Zayn did not turn around and continued to run with his head down. Moreover, he seemed to be tiring as he ran. He behaved as if he was very flustered and unbearably fatigued, as if he was already close to death. The more he behaved in this manner, the more excited the club members became. They sniggered maniacally and already thought of Zayn as a scrumptious meal. The reason why the Order of the Reverence was considered a malicious club was, besides their fighting technique, their ideology, mission, and belief were all evil.

I looked down and curses that freaking weirdo in my head. “Faster baby girl!” he shouted making others look at him and then to me. “Fuck!”

his voice broke. “It wasn’t replacing,” Revania pleaded. “It was giving you something you lost. Something you’ve been longing for.” Devia inhaled sharply, pain flickering in her eyes. Even after all this, everything Revania did revolved around Argan—twisted, unhealthy, destructive, but undeniably rooted in her devotion to him. “Revania…” Argan whispered, dropping his gaze. “This… this is madness.” Revania laughed softly—bitterly—her lips trembling. “Madness? Argan, love is madness. And you’re the one who drove me into it.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

Minnie raised her head and looked down on us jeeringly. "What the hell are you on about? Do you really think he gives a damn about his glorified sex toy? "I'm not worried about his wrath because he won't even hurt me. I just don't want the Pendragons to know this other side of me. I have my saintly reputation to maintain!" she rambled. As if worried she did not sound convincing enough, she continued. "You're just some trash who can only survive by a man's grace! You're nothing without the brothers! You don't understand the kind of love between us and the brothers. It crosses all definitions of love!"

"I am the one! Yes, I did all of that which you just accused me of. Why? Because I could do so and more. And also because you took something away from me and ruined your life and that of your Pack the day you did. You will suffer and continue suffering if you don't give her back to me." The look on his face now was even funnier than it had been. It was almost like, he had once again, discovered just the sort of monster that I could be. That he just understood why I was called a mad man, irrespective of the fact that he had calling me that for ages. He was just now being aware of the fact that I earned that name, not by word of mouth. But by actions. Deliberate actions born from insanity. "I

"You ran off, you didn't answer calls, and now you've got a courthouse marriage splashed across every paper in the city. That's not stability, Chiara. That's a woman having a breakdown." "I'm not having a breakdown, Levi. I'm having a Tuesday." "This isn't a joke." "No, it's not. What's a joke is you standing at the head of a table you have no legal authority to sit at, telling grown adults I'm unstable because I stopped letting you humiliate me quietly." Silence.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence. Mildred tried begging the doctors and nurses for help. She claimed to be perfectly healthy and that she was just faking it. However, the more she insisted, the more they looked at her with sympathy. "Ms. Dale, your delusional disorder is getting worse. This is a classic case of a lack of insight. "Don't worry. We'll increase the intensity of your treatment." That was how her ECT became cranked to the maximum setting, and her sedative dosages were the highest possible.