Reverned Insanity Novelas e Histórias

While heavily pregnant, Alea Rahardja catches her husband, Carlos, having an affair with Fiona, the stepmother she has always respected. That betrayal turns out to be only the beginning of a nightmare. Alea's father is killed, his fortune becomes a target, and her prematurely born baby is hunted to be eliminated. On the run, Alea is forced to hand her son over to a stranger. But a train crash leads everyone to believe the baby is dead. Trapped in a psychiatric hospital and driven to the edge of madness by Fiona, Alea fights to survive. The only reason she keeps living is her belief that her baby is still alive.

All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence. Mildred tried begging the doctors and nurses for help. She claimed to be perfectly healthy and that she was just faking it. However, the more she insisted, the more they looked at her with sympathy. "Ms. Dale, your delusional disorder is getting worse. This is a classic case of a lack of insight. "Don't worry. We'll increase the intensity of your treatment." That was how her ECT became cranked to the maximum setting, and her sedative dosages were the highest possible.

Her breathing became uneven. “I… I… yo..you t..told me..me that to..tonight you wouldn’t le..let me g…go ” she shattered. So that was it. That was why she had been so obedient downstairs. She began trembling, her voice breaking apart. Unfortunately she is right because i came here to have her, to devour her , to consume her . She is intoxication for me when she came downstairs she was looking fucking beautiful i could not control my self i want to have here there but i control it but now i couldn't.

When the doors of the office finally opened, I walked inside, not knowing what to expect, and they closed, I immediately looked back, worried and nervous. "Melania Bishop, Good morning, I am Levi Austin," The voice said, and I instantly looked ahead, at the huge office desk and the man sitting there. He was tall, probably around 6'4", his black hair slicked neatly back, and his gray eyes were luring as I stared right at him. Even though I didn't want to think about it, my intrusive thoughts wouldn't let my mind rest on how handsome he was and my gaze lingered on Levi's sharp jawline and his straight nose.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

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.

"How did he return? Why did he return? What exactly does he hope to achieve by coming back?" His face twisted in deep, troubled thought. "He should have stayed wherever he was. Why is he so determined to ruin my image just like his stupid, dead parents?" He slammed his palm against the table. "Why?!" Everyone in the room flinched at the sudden outburst. "Calm down, Luis," Brenda said. "Losing your temper won’t solve anything. We need to think quickly." David nodded. "I agree with Mum." "I believe that bastard knows exactly what he’s doing by coming back. I’m starting to think the missing organs and the person Rogers sold the recording to are connected to him. Things were already getting bad,

my heart beat heavily against my chest as I tried to collect my breath from ranting heavily. I looked up at Chelsea, but she already had her eyes pinned on me, though they looked horrified. “What?” I asked her. “You– you said ‘Them’. You said ‘three men’?” It was at that point that I realized that I had just skipped out that I was involved with three men. Well fuck me! How do I reverse this damage? What excuse do I tell her now? “Clara? Are you seeing three men? You are involved with other men apart from Ryan, aren't you?” Chelsea asked, her voice slightly raised in shock …or fear, I couldn't tell.

Brandon didn't understand it or know what it meant, but he got the feeling that it wasn't a good thing and it was at that point that Ezekiel cut him off. " Tou couldn't know this but it's rude to ask that around here Brandon....Reavers are lunatics." Ezekiel hissed in a tone only a few octaves higher then Brandon's whisper, as he grimly clued Brandon in. "Reavers are Shifters, born with something in their blood. Like a virulent disease. They will go mad at the drop of a hat and slaughter anything and everything around them. They are Shifters with unnatural speed and strength. Most Reavers caused with this disease have only one fate and one fate only....to slip into complete madness and die a

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.