Reverend Insanity 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.

The picture on the screen felt like an uppercut, taken right on the chin. It was a picture that mocked their failure—a picture that sent a wave of emotions through their core. The study, once a place of peace, knowledge, and warmth, was now a stage for a nightmare. Her father, once a king in the mansion, was now a disgraced and dethroned king. The shadowy figure behind him was a phantom, a ghost in their own narrative, and the eagle tattoo was a brand, a symbol of a power they had grossly underestimated.

And tell me, will crying bring Gregory back? Her obsession with my so-called perfection had turned into madness. Dad's face was drained of color. He said nothing, only stumbled back a few steps. After Grandpa's funeral, Dad rarely came home. On one fateful evening, Dad left too. … As the memory slipped away, an unbearable sorrow rose inside me—my head pounded with searing pain, my thoughts spiraled out of control, and the sharp, mechanical beeping beside me cut through the air like a warning.

We always knew there was something not right about him. He saw the folks in that church—the elderly couple who'd always reserved a seat for them, the men he'd sat alongside on the finance committee, the kids who'd played with Mark and Lily in the churchyard. They'd be shaking their heads, their own doubts and judgments justified by the Reverend's divine authority. His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit.

Many can enter altered states of consciousness. Collective madness is present in the different scenarios of life, socially, politically, religiously and in our way of thinking. But there is a big difference in those degrees of insanity. The madness of a few who are misunderstood for the moment, will be the sanity of the future. In a wonderful book by the great poet Khalil Gibran, he praises that beautiful madness that does not limit the imagination of those who are capable of seeing beyond the physical senses and proudly expresses: "They call me the madman ... ". Because of that blessed madness, it is that we still remain in time and all is not lost. Fantastic love and neural craving will fi

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.

He has started going to the company again even though he wasn't able to focus on work much but still, to keep his mind busy he was even overworking himself. He even got severely sick last week because of continuous work and no break. His mother felt like crying seeing her son's condition. He looked messed up. He was restless and she knew he wants Catelin. Her absence had left a huge impact on his health. Now his parents finally understood. It wasn't just the treatment he needed. It was her as well. He got his sanity back but it was working properly because she was here. Near him. She is indeed His Sanity. Lucifer had to skip his company today because of being unwell. He slowly opened his tir

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.

His problem is that he is not going to be treated this time this minute but should be waiting till the war is over, not that he is not happy again, yes he is still very happy base on there is hope for him. But he was mainly reasoning like his brain is not processing well, by thinking what if they didn't survive the war, does it mean that he is not going to be healed or what? as if he will wake up from the land of the dead to come and get treatment. "And what if we didn't survive the battle what will happen then?" Mikel foolishly asked and that question got Wisdom staring at him. Such a horrible person and question of his, how can he be asking such a question, if they didn't survive the war i

"I don't understand why you people only remember your God when you're in trouble. It just shows the hypocrisy that is lying in your systems. Nor do I understand why you obsess over someone you haven't seen! Do you even know your religion killed a lot of people? Remember the Crusade! If I were to count the deaths because of your silly beliefs, it would take me a million years, okay, that was an overstatement. The point here is if your God were real, haven't you considered the truth that he had killed more people than Satan? "Why do you people keep on shoving the idea of God or your religion against other people’s faces as if we are evil for not believing the things like you do, for not doing