Reverend Insanity Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

he muttered under his breath. ‎He couldn’t shake the image of Eli’s voice—calm, controlling, commanding him to touch himself, to obey. The sound of Eli’s laughter still echoed in his mind, a reminder of who held the power between them. Damien clenched his fists, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the cool mirror. ‎

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

Lost in her panic and shame, the Reverend Mother couldn't understand why this stranger affected her so profoundly or why her body responded to him with such shameful, undeniable eagerness. The scripture that'd always been her refuge now felt incredibly thin in her mouth. Words came one after another, but they felt hollow, like stones skipping on the surface of a stormy sea instead of heavy anchors sinking deep into calm water. She'd built her interior walls out of verses and prayers, trusting them to protect her from desire, doubt, and herself. Now, faced with a man who felt written into her very soul, those carefully memorized phrases seemed entirely insignificant. Then another realization

"Father?" I blinked. A parishioner's voice pulled me sharply back into the present, and the woman standing in front of me looked confused and concerned. I had forgotten what she had asked, completely. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "What was the question?" The confusion deepened in her expression, but she repeated it politely. I answered, she left, and immediately embarrassment burned through me, because this wasn't normal. I didn't lose focus. I didn't forget conversations in the middle of having them. I certainly didn't spend half my day imagining disaster. Yet lately, that seemed to be all I did.

Sane wasn’t all too sure. "This is really your fault. I thought you had already prepared for this. What have you done? If something happens to this guy, you don't deserve a week-worth of meal. Starve and push yourself against the wall. I am so disappointed." Nothing was registering in his mind, and the loud whispering that the girl was making was only making his mind tangle even more, and it throbbed the more he listened to her. He still hadn’t figured out what was happening. Everything screamed chaos: it seemed as if his mind wasn’t working properly, he was shivering from the cold, and there was a girl who was restless and was talking to herself. Could anything even be more peculiar than th

He was moving. Lucifer was moving. Without thinking about anything else Martin ran to Lucifer touching his cheek. "My son. Lucifer." Catelin abruptly ran out to call Trevor and he instantly came to check Lucifer. As soon as they entered the room they saw with how normal yet dark gaze Lucifer was staring at his father. "Dad." He mumbled making Catelin freeze in her place. A wide smile appeared on Trevor's lips realizing. They succeeded in curing him. Lucifer got his sanity back. _____________________________________ It's all fictional don't take it seriously. So our Lucifer is cured now. A few more chapters are left. Be ready for an emotional rollercoaster. Next will be up soon. Keep on likin

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

My cries are silent until the voice in my head shatters into a million agonizing pieces. "Repeat after me: 'I am not gay. I am not sinful" The words repeat, a mantra of hate, as my mind begins to blur. My brain is tearing apart, and my body is convulsing from the agonizing bolts of electricity. Make it stop! Please! The mantra continues for what seems like an eternity before it stops. I am not sinful. ... Even though I still love Pierce The Reverend finally leaves the room, and I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.

My jaw clenched, and I shut my eyes briefly as her trembling voice pushed through the speaker. She stood her ground, told him off, then walked to the door only to find it locked. He just sat there, laughing, like he was watching a joke play out. Then my call came through. I pressed delete permanently. “Keep the memory card,” I muttered. My voice came out flat, deadly. I walked straight to the reverend, who was now sitting like a fool, disheveled and pretending to be clueless. “So, you were going to add sexual harassment to your long list of sins, right?” I said as I sat down across from him. “You already have a sin associated with that butcher of a doctor—what’s his name again?”