Reverend Insanity Novels & Stories

He had a wide smile on his face exposing his colouring teeth. I stood up, insulted at his sheer nerve. "Don't feed me lies father, you come to my house and you are not even sober, how do you expect me to believe you are genuinely looking for help?" He was quick to defend himself. "I only had one drink Sophia, I promise. I'm not drunk, I just needed a sip to get over my anxiety of coming here." I shook my head in disappointment as I looked at my father. He would never change. Alcohol will always come first in his life. "I've sent you to rehab three times father, none of them have worked since you always go back to drinking again. Why now?"

“What?” Let’s not antagonize her, Fletcher,” the man says then looks at me. “Olivia, I need you to relax and listen to me. You’re not crazy nor have you ever been crazy. I really am Henry Hull, this really is Fletcher and Adam. We’re not delusions and everything you think happened before the mental institution really did happen.” “No,” I say shaking my head. “You’re wrong. I’m having an episode. Another psychotic break.” I close my eyes. “This isn’t real. I am back at the hospital and this isn’t real.”

I sat there, completely stunned, my head spinning in circles. "Wow..." I breathed out, leaning back against my chair. "He is..." "Crazy," Calvin finished for me, letting out a long, exhausted groan as he buried his face in his hands. "I know. He is completely, totally insane. A real fucking lunatic." I just shook my head in utter disbelief. It was getting extremely late. The fire in the hearth was dying down into glowing red embers. Both of us were physically, mentally, and emotionally drained from the wild turn of events.

“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!”

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

Tyler shook his head as his friends laughed at her. "Why are you drinking painkillers over my headache? I just noticed that eating an already made wealth that you and I don't know how it was made has inflicted madness on you and your senses of reasoning are gone!" Molly lashed out at him. "Wow! So cool! Hey, this babe just cursed you. Show her that you are made of metal" Greg mused as they went behind him and gave him room to deal with the infamous girl. "It is your wretched family that has gone mad. And I would have loved to show you how a mad person behaves, but I don't want to dirty my hands. Tell me, what has your sanity done for you and your family?" Tyler mocked.

The man asked. I looked at him with uncertainty. I wasn't sure if I should share my current situation with him or not. "Don't worry. You can actually tell me anything you want to. I am a priest and I am sworn to secrecy of anything I am told." He said. I was still unsure but I decided to tell him anyway. "It's about my wife." I said. "What about her?" He asked. "She just went insane some months ago. Each day I visit her in the mental asylum she doesn't recognize me. She looks at me as if I am some kind of a beast." I explained to the priest.

"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,

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.

He glanced at me, a mix of sadness and shame in his eyes, and finally spoke timidly. "Mom, I'm sorry. I did something unforgivable today. "You can hit me, scold me, starve me for three days—it doesn't matter. Lock me in the basement if you want. Punish me any way you like. Just please don't send me away. I don't want to go…" He trailed off, his lips pressing together. The butler, who knew what had happened, stepped forward to explain, "Ms. Lane, Elias broke an heirloom your father left behind."