Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

Yeah, I know that's damn crazy, but why be normal? We do end up watching Sex Education, just for the fun of it. If anyone was to describe my psycho state, I'd say damn shit crazy, with a hang to self-destruction, not thinking or acting normal, definitely a great humour and an absolute N*****x addict. If I'm not learning or out with my skateboard, I am watching N*****x. I think I'd die without N*****x or my board. Those two things have kept me pretty much from going insane during these last couple of years. Oh and of course my books.

Some people lose their ability to shift, at least, temporarily. Going insane doesn’t sound so bad, especially after what happened to me over the past several weeks. Losing that rational part of my mind would be a blessing right now. All I want to do is lean into the part of me that’s already scheming about how to get back to the man that rejected me, so I can save his life, or die trying… beside him.

She said but I just looked at her. "Bro, we just saw you passed out inside so we took you out and now you seem restless and sweating." Zachary said. "I saw, we are going to die... I saw that man, we have to k*ll him first, we have to." I said then also held Psyche back and I also angrily said the things that were said. "Who's that man, bro?! We'll going to k*ll that." Nale said and I just don't know if what he is saying is serious or if he is just accompanying me.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

Chapter 338 XENOIS Jerome made a sound that might have been a growl or might have been the verbal equivalent of throwing his hands up in defeat. "You are both insane." "We're elderly," my father corrected. "There's a difference. Insanity implies we don't understand what we're doing. We understand perfectly well. We're choosing to be difficult because it's more entertaining than cowering."

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”

It was instinct to try to squeeze my thighs together, desperate for a little friction, but the leather braces held me firm to the wheel, unable to achieve any release unless he gave it to me. “Do you remember our safe word?” He approached me slowly, every step deliberate as he ghosted his fingers down the sharpened blade. “I’d like you to say it for me.” “Sanguine.” I was quick to obey, quivering with desire. His eyes flitted down my body only for a moment, his own hunger palpable, before his gaze returned to mine. “Do you want to use it?” “No.” I shook my head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

"What are you doing? Don’t you dare bully my mom!" "It’s your mom who bullied mine first!" We squared off like two roosters about to fight. Samantha had a strange expression on her face. "I just came to see Rourke. I meant no harm." "You’re disturbing my in-laws. Please leave right now!"

I exhale, a sharp, disgusted sound. Women are predictable. They either want to be worshipped or rescued. Never satisfied, and too loyal to their emotions to ever be rational. Fools. I fasten the belt around my waist and stand up, crumpling a paper tightly in my palm. Feminism, my ass. More like emotional blackmail with a better PR. I walk to the glass wall, the only thing around me is the furious pulse in my own ears until my phone buzzes in my palm. I glance at the screen. Mark.