Reverend Insanity Wiki Novels & Stories

the man asked Bryce. Rever was drunk and couldn't even stand on his legs straight. He was enraged to hear the man's words and prepared a fist to throw at him. "You stinking pig! F***ing fat a*s!" blurted Rever. "I am so sorry! He is just drunk. I apologize on his behalf," begged Oriel, coming to make him stop. She supported him to stand straight and apologized a few times.

"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,

It seemed he was ticked off by something. *** Meanwhile, back in Seme, Osayo's insanity had opened up a hole of uncertainity and disquietude in the clan. People were not only keen to know about the cause of his mental aberration but also bothered by his deteriorating health condition. And while the converts considered it a strong sign from God against unbelief, the conservatives saw it as a magic spell sent by the Blue-eyed to haunt their leader. Some converts even justified it as a form of poetic justice on him for proclaiming curses on his brother.

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?"

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.

the Reverend added after a moment of reflection. "So, it was all a warning. Then how's that? I can't get it. How would the killer execute his plans?" Reign inquired with confusion. Even I was confused as well. I have this feeling that the bible passage had nothing to do with the case at hand. "So far, I can't think of a connection of the passage to the murder that will happen. But I have to say I am fascinated with the idea. It's like the Da Vinci Code," the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing.

Trevor replied. Henry sat back on the edge of the bed as soon as the novice priest left. The priest stroked his hair with his long and slender finger when the memory of the wild dream invaded his sanity. Henry closed his eyes and knelt to surrender his sinful mind to his grace. The guilty priest confessed that although she still loved that woman, there was no way he would let his life fall into madness and lust.

“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.

Minnie raised her head and looked down on us jeeringly. "What the hell are you on about? Do you really think he gives a damn about his glorified sex toy? "I'm not worried about his wrath because he won't even hurt me. I just don't want the Pendragons to know this other side of me. I have my saintly reputation to maintain!" she rambled. As if worried she did not sound convincing enough, she continued. "You're just some trash who can only survive by a man's grace! You're nothing without the brothers! You don't understand the kind of love between us and the brothers. It crosses all definitions of love!"

“But you know, that’s not even the craziest part of this story.” I raised an eyebrow slightly. What could possibly be crazier than all this? “What’s the crazy part?” “The Reverend was arrested this morning for a lot of things. Organ harvesting. Theft. Embezzlement. God knows what else.” I stared at her. “You’re not serious.” “I’m dead serious.” How the hell did Adrian make all of this look legal enough to throw a pastor in jail? Organ harvesting? What the hell? “I’m still trying to process everything,” I admitted.