Reverend Insanity Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

I come so hard my spine bows off the mattress— a jagged, body-shaking climax that feels more like a purge than a release. As the tremors fade, leaving me empty and exhausted, reality crashes back in. I stare back at the darkness. The only sound left in the world is my own ragged breathing. I claim to hate his guts, yet I just used the memory of his cruelty to get off— a fucking hypocrite. The word echoes. Hypocrite. I lie still for a second. Then I reach for my bag.

"You liar! You had me and my son completely fooled! You even ruined Elias' marriage!" At that point, a crowd had gathered at the front door. The neighbors had heard the commotion and came over. Rhonda was so enraged that she was close to losing all sense of reason. She didn't care about keeping up appearances anymore. Without me needing to say anything, she pointed at Gabriel and shouted at the top of her lungs. "Everyone, look! That's the deputy director of the Reimdale Hospital. This man found himself a mistress and brought her home. Then, he got his son to get a divorce so that the son could marry his mistress and take care of the child he had with his mistress!

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.

He could see it. “I am surprised that you are Christian Daud!” Yelled the man who sat behind Sanam, till now listening to the father-son. Christian looked at him but Sanam did not take his eyes off his son. “I thought you would repent for your mistake but no! You are still adamant about your stubbornness! If not for yourself, then remember that mistake of yours which you did in those days, Chris!” Christian sighed and said, “Anything else you want to say, Mr Smith?”

"Reverand, I need your help…" Simon spoke on the phone for quite a long time and in forty minutes, a light-skinned man dressed in a long white cassock came in and found him alone sitting on the chair conversing with Queen as if he was crazy. He didn't see him come in. The reverend stood behind him and listened to his monologue and was baffled, "What kind of faith is his! Surely the good Lord will not abandon him!" He meditated and tapped on him, "Son!" Simon jolted,

“But I’ve read that book, too. What does all this have to do with your burning down the drive-in?” “That wouldn’t surprise me at all, sir, and I might humbly suggest you try reading it again sometime. The point I was coming to is that The Adversary is also in the room, Detective. And he does intervene.” “Forgive me, Reverend, but are you telling me the Devil made you do it?”

He paused deliberately before finishing, his voice low and taunting. “I hope, by then, you’ll still be as magnanimous as you pretend to be and take her in.” “You won’t live to see that day,” Aaron’s voice cut in, ice-cold and laced with anger. “You really think I’d let you get away with that? Do you know how hard I’ve fought for this chance?” With a sudden crackle, the recording cut off. I sat there in stunned silence for a moment. The absurdity of Nicolas’ post, paired with that ridiculous headline, was beyond belief. The whole thing read like a poorly written farce.

Call me when you get this. I listened to it twice. Then a third time, my hands gone very still on the desk, because unlike the photograph, unlike the doctored images, there was nothing about this voice that sounded manufactured. No seam. No mismatched shadow. It was simply him, from six years ago, saying something that could mean exactly what it sounded like, or could mean something else entirely, something explainable, something tied to a hospital bill and a stranger's emergency and nothing more than that.

Next, I pulled out the stack of receipts and records documenting how they had squandered my hard-earned money. Finally, I pulled out a small USB drive. I waved it at her before saying, "This contains audio recordings of you and Hank planning the car crash and… every conversation in which you two plotted my murder. "Don't worry, honey. I'll hire the best lawyers in the country to defend my interests. I'll make sure they prove to the judge that when you murdered Hank, you were perfectly sane, logically sound, and a normal person who was fully responsible for your actions." In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died.