Reverend Insanity Audiobook Novels & Stories

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?”

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

“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.

“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.

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

“You would think this demeanor that you've kept on is meant to protect you from me but it won't. I know you better than you know yourself Audrey. And this right here is the perfect definition of Madness. You don't even know what the f*** you're talking about any just come here ranting bulshit. this is you being stupid. This is exactly what I keep telling you about. This is exactly why I tell you that you are much lower than us. Your f****** work less. you are…” “ I have heard of those insoles before. I have listened to them and crammed them in my mind. but that's not where my question lies. and I certainly have not come here to listen to you beat about the bush. You know what I'm asking you

"When was the first time your mother visited you?" "I can't remember." "It is impossible for your mother to pay you a visit after the ritual I performed in my shrine. I destroyed your past which prevents spirits from your past hovering around you to stop immediately. I put an end to restless spirits." "But I still hear voices. I still see and hear my mother. I also have weird conversations with a man in my head. A dark man that poses as my conscience." "Your conscience is part of you. It has nothing to do with your insanity. Still, I doubt what you say about your mother's spirit visiting you. It is impossible."

From the pulpit, the preacher’s voice thundered: > “Many walk among us cloaked in the image of righteousness. But the Lord sees the heart. Hypocrites must repent—or perish! I repeat: Repent—or perish!” The room fell still. Even the birds beyond the stained-glass windows seemed to quiet. The preacher’s eyes swept over the crowd—briefly pausing on Isis. Behind her, Cressida leaned forward and whispered with poison-laced sweetness: > “Looks like the preacher is describing you.” Isis did not turn, but her eyes darkened. Her lips thinned to a blade. And then it came—Bibo’s laugh. Sharp. Awkward. Too loud. Gasps stirred through the pews.

She needed to hear what it was about. She clicked on the file. As she listened, a cold chilling breeze of realization hit her to the core. The audio was a discussion between Phil and an unknown person—a man. It was a conversation that had taken place just before her father was picked up by the police. She began to doubt the credibility of his institution. “He’s becoming a liability gradually,” the unknown voice said, his speech a judgment laced with cold, clinical detachment. “He had found out too much about us. He must be neutralized.”

He groaned as he grabbed the bitch hair pushing her closer to himself as she thrust his whole d**k inside her mouth sucking on it shamelessly. "Damn, Rex. You should get a room, you're disgusting me!" One of the other two squeezed his face in a scowl. "It not my fault that you hate public sex. Since you can't watch, then leave!" Rex replied, groaning and the man scoffed. "Let his shameless self be, Dario!" The last one chirped in and Rex snuggled only. "Whatever!" "Well, I heard Fernando has been caught!" He added and the other two eyes widened in shock.