Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

Maybe he thought I needed to forget everything just for a moment, but how could I? Besides, I wasn’t the type to just fall into bed with someone especially not in a moment like this. Yes, my life was a mess after my husband turned my world upside down and Isabella’s betrayal twisted the knife even further, but losing myself in a distraction, no matter how tempting, wouldn't fix anything. I had been hurt, but I wasn’t that broken! Even if Daniel had meant well, I couldn’t do that to myself because giving in to that would have only made everything worse. My heart was already shattered from Gabriel’s betrayal and throwing myself into something with Daniel would just be a bandaid over a bullet

“You’re the one who got people to tag her, aren’t you? That’s how she found my burner account! No one in real life knew about it. How else could she have figured it out?” “Even if you love her, you shouldn't have used such dirty tricks. Nicolas droned on in that self-important tone of his, spewing wild accusations and whining like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way. What the hell was all this? He lost his mind? Either way, his imagination deserved an award.

Inara’s mother cried. “My patience is running out.” the Reverend shouted, rising to his feet and pacing about. Lemuel threw his hands up, unbelieving. The rage that overwhelmed him was so powerful that if no one was there, he probably would have killed the girl and made sure that he did it slowly.

he confusedly asked and sat up on the bed, now chasing my eyes. I looked at him with a pretentious grin. “Just nothing,” I said. “I was reading a book that Aurora gave me a while ago, and found that stupid preach.” Somehow, he believed me because he chuckled. It was as if what I said was not a bullet through his heart. No conscience he is, I must say.

"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,

' 'That could be considered treason, watch where you say such things,' Xander replied angrily. 'I only said something because I know you feel the same,' William said. 'You can't tell me you don't think he's off the crocker. Ever since Emma died, he has gone completely insane, wouldn't you say?' William asked. 'Kill every human we meet? That seems rather intense.'

The guard pours more into the mug “Was it really him? Sigmond?” “His ugly visage is printed on the biggest excommunicated family’s records.” The blond priest scoffs “I’d know those hideous eyes anywhere. They resemble the devil.” Catch Zen? Even if his family was excommunicated so long ago? And who in their right mind would call Zen ugly? “They should be well on their way to the Capitol by now, huh.” The guard muses “I still can’t wrap my head around this whole curse business.” They keep talking, but I can’t hear it over the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears. Turning away, I find leaning against the cold wall for support, the life leaving my legs.

“I had assumed that I would be able to go back as though nothing had gone wrong. However, now that I am here, it is different.” He glanced at me a moment, and shrugged. "Of course it feels different. You almost died. You lost a baby. You were heart-broken by some idiotic man. And your stepmother is just the devil. I would call a priest, in case you happened to come in here feeling normal.” I stared at him. "What?" he said. "I'm just being honest." "You're insane." "But I'm your insane." Shaking my head I could not restrain the little smile that burst out this time.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

Whatever knowledge the priestesses had possessed had mostly been lost when the temple burned. I eventually found a book about Arden hidden in a back corner, like someone had wanted to forget it existed. I pulled it down and sat in one of the reading chairs. It described his power in detail, how he’d been unstoppable before the madness took him. How he could kill with just a thought and bend everyone to his will. But it also described his descent into insanity, how grief had shattered him. By the end he couldn’t tell friend from enemy anymore. He’d killed thousands of his own people in his rage, destroyed entire settlements without even meaning to. The book called him a warning about what hap