Reverend Insanity Author Novels & Stories

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

“James’s not bad looking, but compared to Rourke, he does fall short.” A sudden chill ran through me. “Mom, you’re not thinking about going back to him, are you?” She rolled her eyes. “Pfft! Ever since I found out about his mistress, I haven’t thought about being with him again. “But you know, we had been married for so long. It’s hard for me to let any other man in again...” She paused, then shifted the subject. “But this James Cotton—he’s a good man. Young but mature enough. I might give it a try!”

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.

the Reverend added after a moment of reflection. "So, it was all a warning. Then how's that? I can't get it. How would the killer execute his plans?" Reign inquired with confusion. Even I was confused as well. I have this feeling that the bible passage had nothing to do with the case at hand. "So far, I can't think of a connection of the passage to the murder that will happen. But I have to say I am fascinated with the idea. It's like the Da Vinci Code," the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing.

His accusatory tone might have been intimidating if it weren’t so absurd. Yes, I had liked him. But I had liked the memory of who he used to be—an open, cheerful, athletic boy who lit up a room with his smile. Not this person standing in front of me now: a manipulative, self-absorbed man reeking of entitlement and bitterness.

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

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.”

His reflection in the mirror was that of the scared-weak Ichabod. “What exactly were you thinking fool?” He grunted at himself in the mirror. “Do you really think you will lock me away tonight after you kept me away during the day?” Ichabod who was in the reflection looked sober. “Don’t do anything stupid Odin” “Oh do shut up! You are nothing but a weakling! You and I both know that I can’t touch her yet!” “Yes but we both know how clumsy and impatient you are. You can do anything to sabotage my relationship with her!” Ichabod shouted in Odin’s head angrily.

"Listen, you madmen! The Apocalypse is now! You will see what your flesh was hiding! You will find out what is beyond the horizon of the soul! Do you think you can avoid a fair trial?! You will not earn the Kingdom of heaven for any merit other than that of the Supreme Father! You will return to your homes, but you will not be able to claim salvation! Salvation is in God, and God lives in thoughts of him! Sergey Petrovich looked at the patients, orderlies, nurses, and doctors in complete bewilderment as they listened to the madman's sermon with reverence. - Nurse, what's going on here? Why haven't the patients taken the pills yet? "Because it will soon be over, for the cleansing is near," re

Still too calm, like it didn’t care about the noise inside my head. I walked up the short steps and pushed the door open. A faint creak followed. The hall was empty. Just candles burning, pews quiet, shadows dancing against the walls. It smelled like wax and something old. Something sacred. I moved toward the back, heading for the Reverend’s side office. That was where grandma said he would be. My fingers tightened around the food container as I knocked softly. No answer. I knocked again. Then the door opened. He stood there—Reverend Thorne. Tall. Calm. Collar tight around his neck. Eyes too steady. Like nothing in the world could surprise him.