Revered Insanity Novels & Stories

Osinala had been a damaged man since the death of his grand-daughter. For a year, he ate little, avoided performing his morning duties and secluded himself from the council of elders. He was totally broken. At first, everyone thought he was mourning Adaugo like the rest of his household but when he started acting crazy, scratching his head and pointing towards the sky with his lips pressed, they concluded he was mad or something close to insanity.

Maverick spoke of the uprising not as mere revolt but as a clarion call: “It declares that age-old customs must yield to progress. Yet every such revolution bleeds—its purity stained by the violence it unleashes.” “You speak of change,” Odessa countered, voice forging steel from sorrow, “but our destinies were painted long ago in strokes of crimson and moonlight. I have heard rumors of extremists even in your council—those who crave ruin rather than renewal. How can we trust that your revolution will not become a reign of terror?”

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

He hasn’t moved a muscle, but the air between us feels charged, electric with a sudden, terrifying current. “Insanity is often just a different perspective,” Marcus says, his voice low and smooth: A flush rises up my neck, burning hot against my skin. I look away, staring down at my hands clenched in my lap. The idea is absurd. It’s dangerous. It’s the kind of thing that destroys marriages and ends friendships.

The picture on the screen felt like an uppercut, taken right on the chin. It was a picture that mocked their failure—a picture that sent a wave of emotions through their core. The study, once a place of peace, knowledge, and warmth, was now a stage for a nightmare. Her father, once a king in the mansion, was now a disgraced and dethroned king. The shadowy figure behind him was a phantom, a ghost in their own narrative, and the eagle tattoo was a brand, a symbol of a power they had grossly underestimated.

"But I need to understand. I need to see him, hear what he's trying to communicate beneath the delusion." "He's insane," Damian reminded me. "His letter made that abundantly clear. There's nothing to understand beyond psychiatric deterioration." "Maybe," I replied. "But what if there's something real buried in his rambling? What if his consciousness did reach places that appear as madness but contain legitimate insight?" Damian's expression carried the concern he'd been showing since I announced my intention to visit Evan three days into our honeymoon. "You're letting his delusions contaminate your thinking. This is exactly what I was worried about."

“I backed them up, your family. Every time they shut you out? Every time they denied you something? I agreed with them. Because you never deserved it.” He was unraveling now, every word more vicious than the last. “You were always defective. Always begging for validation. A parasite with a pretty face.” I turned slowly, the suitcase forgotten. “You’re insane.” I tried to stop my voice from trembling with rage and anguish. “I’m honest,” he snapped. “You know why people left you? Because they saw you for what you are. Even Mrs. Davis—don’t pretend she’s in that hospital for anything other than you.” I gasped in horror as he looked at me crazed , the grin stretching even wide as he laughed “oh?

mumbled Darwin. The elder man grinned with pleasure. He whacked Darwin in the chest. He repaid the devotion but with a bit more sting to the whack. Darwin was unified with this fighter in soul and flesh. He wasn’t going to let down his friend, his lover. They skidded out of their headquarters and steered toward the adversary camp. They were either the guardians of madness, the loving keepers of one another, or they will be a lair of death, a home of war. Both live in one goal, and right now they are at risk if they do not keep up the natural retaliation for what they have taken with their many battles together. Both knew to take risks where the real payment was met by others more vulnerable

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.