Revered Insanity Novels & Stories

I whispered to Bryan. "Kris's face is funny." I shook my head. Kris burst into laughter. Are you her suitor? I pity you, Byan. This woman has an older man behind her. That's disgusting." "Oh, you won't be able to laugh once the Revira's enterprise crumbles to the ground. Do you know you are already poorer than the peasant without Miss Cassandra? Your father is a gambler. He lost lots of money, but Miss Cassy paid for it. Could you still boast here if it wasn't for her?"

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

“If that’s not insanity, then I don’t know what is.” He scoffed, his frustration rekindling in response to her explanation. “So, you think I’m insane because I offered to help you get back at your cheating ex-spouse? That’s a pretty flimsy reason.” She shrugged again, her expression unapologetic. “Maybe it is,” she conceded. “But, I still stand by what I said. You’re indeed insane, and you’re proving it quite well.” His jaw tightened at her response. “I will never accept that I’m insane. What I am is intelligent and cool, and that’s not insanity,” he retorted.

Vicky laughed. "You are crazy!" Molly took her book and shook her head, this friend of hers is thinking like an old woman from the 90s. "Of course, you guys are crazy friends of a crazy slut!" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Rebecca, the friend that betrayed them, the green snake in their midst before Sophia got bursted. "Oh, here comes the ungrateful bitch! I think you are the crazy one, it is very obvious that you have lost your mind a long time ago!" Vicky returned, lifting her chin up stubbornly.

At the instant, they knew about the unexpected presence of INSANE. "Oh! Wait. I apologize", Insane said loudly to the officiant. And again started to speak in the same manner Zane was finished speaking his vows. "I, INSANE, in faith, honesty, and love, take you, 'Z', to be my wedded husband, I give you all that I have myself and my love. And I'm apologizing for hurting you. I love you. I love you so much". Insane's voice was shaking with her entire body shivering under Zane's demonic gazes. Her entire self was feeling weak and looked like she would fall on the floor at any moment.

Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter. If you asked Rebel, the rebel wolf was verifiably insane. Rebel had heard it rumored more than once that Solomon had been nearly poisoned one too many times over the years, and the rebel wolf had the reputation to show it. He was powerful, bloodthirsty, and an unpredictable son of a bitch if there ever was one, and Rebel refused to deal with that unpredictability. Solomon wasn’t a man of his word. He wagered the vast majority of his business dealings on card games— fucking card games—and at the Gold Tooth casino, the house always won… …and the losers left in body bags.

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.

It seemed he was ticked off by something. *** Meanwhile, back in Seme, Osayo's insanity had opened up a hole of uncertainity and disquietude in the clan. People were not only keen to know about the cause of his mental aberration but also bothered by his deteriorating health condition. And while the converts considered it a strong sign from God against unbelief, the conservatives saw it as a magic spell sent by the Blue-eyed to haunt their leader. Some converts even justified it as a form of poetic justice on him for proclaiming curses on his brother.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.