Reverend Insanity Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

She found herself locked in his gaze, momentarily speechless. "You're not in your right senses," She uttered meekly, her voice trembling with a hint of fear and hesitation. "You make me lose my mind." He drank in her features–the depths of her eyes, the soft curves of her lips, her sweet fragrance, the erotic rise and fall of her breasts—everything about her was driving him insane. Her concern for him was driving him insane. This closeness was driving him insane, beckoning him to indulge in the overwhelming desire that sent his heart racing.

I wasn’t ready to be put on the spot, but I didn’t want to seem weak in front of them, so I pushed the erratic thoughts from my mind and began to speak. “Look, I know you are all leery of me, and I can’t blame you. A Reaver with Wolf focused abilities? According to Raziel, this has never happened before. It’s not possible for a Reaver to develop powers outside of a Coven, but here I am. You’re going to tell me that in all the time you guys have been alive you’ve never once seen anything like this, and you don’t think that there is a reason for it?” My words were shaky, but I kept the appearance of confidence.

I cut him off, my voice trembling with anger—or maybe with the fact that part of me remembers exactly what he’s about to say. “Vivienne…” His tone softens, desperate, like he’s breaking in front of me. “Stop running from this. From me. You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can hear it—the truth in your heartbeat.” My chest tightens, and I hate that his words are sinking in, clawing at the part of me I swore I buried. “You’re insane,” I whisper, taking a step back. He follows, one step for every step I retreat, his presence suffocating. “If insanity means I can’t stop wanting you safe, wanting you alive—then, yes. I’m insane. For you.”

The people present that night gave their accounts and viewpoints, telling everything they remembered and not omitting a single factor, painting as a clear picture as they could. When they had all been exposed and everything was silent, the detectives contemplated the events. “It is clear that this is the Devil's work” The Reverend said as he clutched his bible close to his chest. “You may be not entirely wrong my dear Reverend” Thomas said as he sat on the sofa beside Elizabeth and both of them were going through the pages of books that Sister Margaret had given them and in addition the Little Albert. They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature u

Alberto was very confused. He had completely lost his mind and his idea. If another lecturer had suddenly entered his class and taught it, Alberto could say something like that. But that time, the lecturer who entered his class was Professor Hugo. He was just silent. He was confused about what he should say. He was silent for a moment.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

There was no bloodstain anywhere, and he didn’t seem surprised for a second. “Ava will never believe this,” he whispered to himself before opening his Holy Bible. When he beheld chapter 13:1-2 in the book of Romans, he looked around the sitting room one more time before he began to read and meditate on the verses. Ubari had run out of the house in fright the moment the rumbling inside the ‘special bathroom’ began. While beholding the strange spectacle, she thought she was high, but soon realised that it’d been seventy-two hours since a roll of marijuana touched her lips.

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ” Bobby shrugged as he continued to flip through the book. “I dunno. Looks . . . well, looks kinda interesting. Dad said this Reverend McIlvian was something else last night at church. Sorta makes me wish we’d stayed to check him out.” Astonished betrayal pierced me, but I covered it with my usual sarcasm. “C’mon, Bobby. Told you. Guy’s not any different than any other pastor or missionary or speaker that’s come through in the past ten years. It’s all the same bullshit we’ve heard before. This guy’s just flashier. It’s an act, Bobby. An act.”