Reverend Insanity Wiki Novels & Stories

"I never knew you were such an idiot, Annabelle. I told you, I'm the second-in-line of the Leafensteins. My brother is a very busy man. He wouldn't have come to the hospital if I were just a nobody to him. The fact that you three are locked up here should prove that I was telling the truth. "Oh, and given what you told me, I'm sure you know how… ruthless my family can be to those who hurt me." All the color drained from Annabelle's face. She was as white as paper. She looked at Zacharias, trying to say something, but Zacharias was faster. He went down on his knees and, through a trembling voice, pleaded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I had no idea Horatio's the real deal. I was a little carr

They are a plague; worse than anything that the madmen who play at bringing demons and infernals to the material plane can summon. They claim to be holy and true servants of the gods, but they spread suspicion like a disease. Their irrepressible paranoia and pathological distrust of others cow, terrorize, intimidate and end up sowing the seeds of fear and mistrust in people. It could easily be described as his special power, unique to the Inquisitor profession and all the repulsive variants of it.

“It is why you are here, is it not?” When Narvi had addressed the man, Sethlzaar hadn’t been giving the events much attention, his mind having been riddled with thoughts of how he could convince the Reverends to do something they were united against. “I can’t.” The Reverend shot him a look of irritation. “Then tell me; why are you here?” “Because the seminary believes I can.” The Most Reverend turned to Bratvi. “This is not what we were told.” Bratvi shrugged.

“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!”

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.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

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?”

“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.

After a moment, he continued, "You're a woman. Can't you have some self-respect? Think about how disgusting you looked when you came back last year. "Even I couldn't stand seeing you. You're filthy and sickening! If Jennifer hadn't talked me out of it, I wouldn't have bothered. You'd be long rotten!" At that moment, my soul stood right before him, weeping silently. "I'm warning you right now, Helen. If you screw up again this time, I don't mind locking you up for another decade. Maybe that'll make you learn your lesson!" He was done yelling, but there were still no signs of me. He waved impatiently at the housekeepers, urging them to search my room.