Reverend Insanity Books Novels & Stories

Adam passed him a bag of ice which he held to his head while he managed to stand up. “Are you okay?” Adam asked. “Yea, I will be.” Ichabod replied in his normal voice before sitting down. “Odin told me what happened, Denis was the lady? Is that true?” Ichabod nodded. It was stupid but there was no way he could explain that to him. He couldn’t even understand. “How is that possible?” “I don’t know Adams, I don’t think Odin knows either.” “Odin mentioned reincarnation, so it’s possible. “

★ LUCIFER'S LAIR* Lucifer came out of his secret room grinning loudly. He walked towards the window to see Tatiana tiptoeing checking sideways. He smirked as different schemes played in his head. He left the window, turning away. ★ Tatiana walked slowly towards the exit as she opened the electric door slowly. Her subconscious mind was suspicious telling her to go back but she was confused. The exit was left opened meaning one thing. The devil's knows her plan! Why is she just getting caught!

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

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.

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

“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.

“The blackmailer texted me again this morning. He wants more money or he’s sending everything.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, sinking me down onto his cock in one smooth motion. “Then you’d better ride your senator quietly, baby. Keep every drop of my cum inside you. I want you leaking down your thighs while I take this call.” I moaned softly as he filled me completely, stretching me so perfectly. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m still sore from last night but I need more.” I started riding him, rolling my hips, my breasts bouncing under my thin blouse. The risk made everything hotter. “Yes, Senator. Use your dirty little intern. Breed me while you pretend to be the perfect fami

“What’s gotten into you? It’s been nearly a month—haven’t you thrown your tantrum long enough?” I laughed outright at that. “You think this is me throwing a tantrum?” “Look, I don’t want to argue with you,” he said, the irritation in his voice impossible to miss. “Has Aaron returned the money you lent him? I need forty thousand dollars for my business. It’s urgent.” Excuse me? Had I heard him correctly? Was Nicolas genuinely that stupid, or was he just pretending not to understand how reality worked? “Nicolas, are you out of your mind?” I snapped. “I saw all those disgusting things you posted about me, and you still have the nerve to come here and ask for money?”

"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,