Reverend Insanity Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

"What did you just say? Why can't I understand you? How has Aurora become your wife? She's mine! Did she ask you to go along with her act because she didn't want her lies to be exposed?" Skyler barked out an exasperated laugh, too annoyed to even waste his breath explaining. He came toward Tyler and me, rescuing Calvin from Tyler's clutches. When he saw the footprint on my chest and the handprint on my face, he glared at Nelson. "You'd better have an explanation for what happened here." Nelson fell to the floor in fear. "I told Mr. Tyler that Madam Aurora is your wife, Mr. Skyler! But he refused to listen and kept saying that Madam Aurora cheated on him!"

“They tried to snuff out a shining life here, declaring our Henry Putnam dead. Someone needs to be held accountable. They wrote that child off, resigned to letting him slip away before his destiny could be fulfilled. But sometimes we find in death . . . there is life. “They have lied to you and to me. They have always lied. I say no more!” His arms were thrust before him, spread wide as if parting an ocean. “Tonight, we took it back . . . right here . . . we have the higher path. We took it and we shall do so again, herein ever after, from this moment forth. Yea, hear me before it’s too late!” The Reverend lunged back toward his pulpit, grasping for his open Bible—

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

“Hmm, the book seems to listen to commands spoken aloud… or not necessarily aloud, but in her native language. But something is missing ... Only one word did not keep her in obedience. Acting more on a whim, he concentrated and, by an effort of will, tingled in his palms, signifying the awakening of power. Now the sanctifier has increasingly begun to practice doing this without the use of a rosary, although the habit of twirling the beads in his hands has not gone away. Feeling invisible sparks dancing on his fingertips, Lorenzo turned his gaze to the page and began to read aloud. It turned out slowly and with difficulty, but the inquisitor did not give up. Five minutes later, when he had ov

DAMN YOU! Father Ward barely repressed a shudder. “She was . . . obscene. Profane. Blasphemous. Spoke in a deep, guttural voice. The strange thing was . . . it sounded Arabic, and only knowing basic Arabic, I shouldn’t have understood it. But I heard the words in English. Well, most of them. Some of it sounded like gibberish. But I still heard it in my head. And the men in the hovel. The insurgents. They may have strapped those bombs to her, may have set things into motion, but they were not in control. They were paralyzed with fear, I’m sure of it.” Father Thomas rubbed his chin. “‘Set things into motion.’ Can you elaborate?”

The mother and son pair reluctantly stepped aside but didn't leave. They merely stood at the door. At that moment, Rourke spoke from his hospital bed. "Let them in." I was furious at the command but followed Betsy’s cue. She had remained calm as she patted my hand and lowered her head to look at her phone. Once Samantha entered and closed the door, I could hear what seemed like crying from inside. Betsy and I exchanged glances. She scoffed, "So melodramatic!"

He nodded and then cupped his arms so she slid an arm in it as they walked towards elevator. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “Well, I could barely understand the language ma’am.” “We call it pidgin and please call me Harmony.” “I apologise Harmony but I really don’t understand this whole pidgin language.” “You may not understand. The movie is called Altar Ego. Do you believe in inner demon Ichabod?” Just as she asked that, he stopped walked and then faced her. “Inner demon?” “Yea.” “Well, do I believe in it?” He asked himself as he felt Odin snarled while he and Harmony walked into the elevator, “I think I do believe in it more than most people do.” He said finally before the door of the eleva

He was ash and soil. My chest tightened. I gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles white. I could feel my pulse thumping in my throat, angry, confused, lost. “Sir…” the Reverend whispered, “God is not your enemy.” I blinked, slow and heavy. Maybe not, I thought. But He feels like the reason everything I touch dies. The Reverend asked me my name. “What's your name, sir?” “Lorenzo.” I had answered, wondering why he asked. He prayed, softly at first, then firmer, words lifting, swirling, pleading. He cried out for mercy. He called out my name before heaven. He begged for chains to break.

She had clearly done something that still haunted her. Jack didn’t wait a second longer. He pushed open the door separating the confessional and stepped into the dim, quiet booth. He knelt, leaned in, and prepared to speak through the small opening. Maybe this was the wrong time. Maybe he should’ve waited. But no, he needed answers. He couldn’t keep going in circles, making up theories, chasing shadows. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen,” came Reverend Israel’s voice from the other side, calm and expecting a regular confession.