Semblance Of Sanity Patreon Novels & Stories

“And you’re right. I don’t think anyone on this planet could handle what she’s gone through and live to tell about it. Let alone kept their sanity.” “Is she?” He looked up at me. “Is she what?” “Sane?” Hector hummed. “Yes. All too sane. She’s sane though for what she’s gone through, not sane in the sense of everyone else. Her normal thought process is based on what she’s been through. So her sanity may be someone else’s insanity.” I looked down at him and he was eyeing me. “Just as you and I now function in a sane level, which might seem insane to others.”

IBIM The hallway was quiet, teachers were in their meetings, the SS3s were having a seminar with some people from outside school. Tochi was striding easily behind me humming some tune, I recognised to be Burna Boy's but not sure what song exactly. "What song is that?", I asked. "You don't know this song?!", he sounded terrified. I laughed. "I recognise it but I can't remember the name". "Bank on it". "You can bank on it, you put a hundred grand pon it"., I said and he cooed.

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

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me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

From Sarah, who'd been a stage hypnotist, I learned hypnosis techniques. "The mind is more fragile than people think," Sarah told me during our sessions. "Break the right mental barriers, and you can make anyone do anything." After staying in the mental hospital so long, I sometimes wondered if I'd really become mentally ill. The line between sanity and madness had blurred. But touching Alice's ashes around my neck, I regained my clarity. The small pendant was my anchor to reality, to my purpose. During the three years, Marcus tried to visit many times. I could see him through the reinforced windows, pacing in the visiting room.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

The endless depths of love they showered their mate with. But a bastard son? “This is a safe pack,” I reassured her, smiling up at my mate. “We’re actually working on becoming a Sanctuary Pack, so we can focus on keeping our pack members happy no matter their status. My mate can work on being strong. That’s more their forte with all their macho-male bullshit.” That earned me a nervous laugh…