Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

He stopped, his jaw clenching, like he couldn’t say it. “Even when what?” I spat, my voice sharp, cutting. “When you were fucking her cunt? I was on your mind then, is that it? Spare me the bullshit, Reverend Thorne. You’re a holy fraud. A fucking cheat!” The words burned my throat, each one dripping with venom, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his grip. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes darkened, guilt and want warring in them.

“Who knew that they were amongst the people who had fasted the violating stench cowering our homes. A church service was organized every Sunday inside the church. Reverend Ernest was the only priest in the parish, apparently the other priests had fled for their lives in the pretense of vocation outing when the civil war came to their doorstep. “Who blames the system when we are part of the subsystems” “It is only in the night that one cannot tell the difference between a black goat and night shadows”. Maybe – the people who we had expected to be role models will not lead the way but why do we have to sit still and pretend not to inhale the odious smell hovering in the air.

Rex’s mind was confused, muddled and mixed with contrasting desires. He felt so stoned now. Even more stoned than he had never been in his life "Lord, I'm going to die… this is insane!" "I know it’s insane…It's okay to be insane…. And you won’t die…" she whispered reassuringly, and he could hear the smile in her voice. " if you die, I die now because the insanity has catch up with both of us… and am allowing you to be fully insane tonight… because I had long gone insane as well… so… don’t hold back… let go wild together… me and you tonight… okay?”

"Anyone who is a victim of a Sacred Revulsion spell will scream in fear in the middle of the night. Has your son ever exhibited such a symptom?" "Not at all," Angus said firmly. Brett showed no other symptoms other than being dazed and sluggish. As for screaming in the middle of the night, that had never happened at all. "That's right, then. I can see from your son's expression that he's only lost his soul. You don't need to worry," Fernando said, looking triumphant. "That's right! With Mr. Wharton's capabilities, he can't possibly be wrong! Besides, Mr. Wharton has a great reputation of having almost divine skills!" Wilbur grabbed the opportunity to boast.

A Santa from hell at the brink of death…or insanity…whatever comes first. I hope it will be insanity. For the sake of the world order, I really do hope that my human will endure all of this and somehow stay alive until I don’t find a way to get out of here because the death of my human will have an apocalyptic domino effect on Wengarthria. If Wengarthria falls, other subrealms of Soovaree will crumble and fall too. If the Soovaree realm falls, the balance in the universe and other realms will be destroyed, too. So yes, if I have to choose between the death and insanity of my human, I am opting for going crazy. If I go crazy, at least Ezel will not go feral. So, yes, I choose insanity. That w

Kashira and Nova are quick to bolt after him as I jitter from the loud slam of the doors. I stare at my hands, lifting them as guilt gnaws my heart away. I begin to see them soaking with blood as painful seizures run rampant in my being. "I... I'm no different from them...I'm a murderer" My voice rattles, my eyes expand with horror, and I clasp my face with both hands, gripping with intent to rip out my flesh. "I'm a murderer...I'm a murderer!" I begin to raise my voice, my rationality fraying as a manic grin starts to contort my face while I rescind on my heels.

There was no bloodstain anywhere, and he didn’t seem surprised for a second. “Ava will never believe this,” he whispered to himself before opening his Holy Bible. When he beheld chapter 13:1-2 in the book of Romans, he looked around the sitting room one more time before he began to read and meditate on the verses. Ubari had run out of the house in fright the moment the rumbling inside the ‘special bathroom’ began. While beholding the strange spectacle, she thought she was high, but soon realised that it’d been seventy-two hours since a roll of marijuana touched her lips.

Please if you want your girl, said him to keep quite", said the nurse by turning to Sophia. Sophia just looked to lsaac's face with her eyes which were surrounded by blackened eyelids due to insomnia. Isaac who was controlled himself gave a gentle pat on gloomy Sandy's shoulder by conveying him to keep silence and to fill his mind with peace. "lf your reformation succeed you will re-enter the cycle of rebirth and regain the right to be reborn", said the PA into the soul without taking her eyes from the Heaven who was lying in bed with waiting the death..

I stood with a chair in my hands and stared at the empty doorway until the present room returned around me—bright, noisy, occupied by a different man in a black cassock. By midday I was carrying a box of the new priest’s books toward the parish library. The cardboard edge dug into my palms. Dust and old paper rose when I shifted my grip. Inside the library the air was cooler, polished, familiar. I set the box down and began shelving. That was when I saw them: the same volumes Cassian had borrowed and returned in the early hours before he vanished, spines aligned with bureaucratic neatness. I knew those books, They were the same books Mr. Halden had told me Cassian returned in the early hours

Her head falls to one side, completely unconscious. As he drives through the city streets, she doesn't move. Doesn't make a sound. Her hands are ice cold. "I'm sorry," he whispers to her still form. "I failed you. I failed them both." Behind them, the mansion blazes with police lights and crime scene tape. But somewhere in the darkness of New York, Daniel Lancaster has vanished with two innocent babies and the women who were trying to protect them. The perfect family lies in ruins. And Daniel's revenge has only just begun. ---