Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

Ruby, the voice behind those sounds, stood frozen in shock. "Ahhh!" She shrieked and scrambled toward the TV, desperately trying to shut it off, to silence the mortifying noise. When she realized it was no use, she threw her arms out, shielding the screen with her body. Fear was written all over her face, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Honey... Let me explain..." I grabbed a chair and sat down with a gesture toward the television. "Do we really need an explanation?" "I..." Ruby's voice faltered, and then tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry... I messed up, honey...

Chapter 42: The Weight of Being The mental realm was dying, and it was taking Ethan’s sanity with it. The sky—if the chaotic, shifting canvas of the parasite’s mind could be called that—was peeling away in long, gray strips. Each strip was a memory, a failed timeline, a possibility that had once been a universe, now reduced to nothingness as the "Certainty" encroached. It didn't burn. It didn't explode. It simply ceased to have ever been.

Because under the anger, under the confusion, under the pride of a man who’d just been outmaneuvered in his own building, there was something else. Want. The elevator doors closed, and Seraphina let out a breath she’d been holding for three years. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at her reflection in the polished steel doors—this new face, this new woman, this beautiful, terrible creature she’d built from the wreckage of the girl she used to be, and she whispered to the reflection: "Don’t you dare feel anything for him." But her heart wasn’t listening.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

I couldn’t take it anymore, knowing that his fate would seal if we proceed with the plan together. Each night, I look to my side, watching him sleeping safe and sound. It got me thinking. Cohen is the anchor of both my sanity and insanity. But would it be a fair trade? Letting him go through the pain of losing a mate because I didn’t want to lose him? After what he had sacrificed for me, would it be fair for me to let him go through that pain? That thought made my skin crawled. How could I be cruel to him like this? I don’t want to put him through any sort of pain, but what else could I do to change the future? Granted, we would be victorious, but if I end up losing my sanity because of his

I was starving myself to put my shape in space but I don't have to anymore. Getting a new apartment, but I haven't gotten some groceries I need. Pick up my purse and go to the convenience store nearby. *** LILIANA. The rage I am feeling, and how burning my revenge is. I couldn't control myself again. I wanted to be strong. Now I don't even know how I am feeling again. I think I'm losing my sanity. I need to see a therapist before things become more complicated for me. Things might become too unbearable for me at this point in my life. I think I might lose my sanity at this range if I don't stop all this now. Not knowing what to do after getting outside the hospital I break right there crying

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

I'm trapped again. But I don't want to be here! I stumbled across the room, tears pouring down my face as I loose my sanity. I laugh though it's a cackle and heinous, very much unhinged. But what can one expect after you've lost your only anchor to the world? More glass breaks as I throw everything I can against them, shattering the shards against the floor. Pillows are strewn about the room as well as the bed covers leaving it bare, until cackling, even the mattress goes too.

I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly. The dreams became more and more disjointed and harder to understand. I knew what was happening... I was failing. My body couldn't take much more and my brain simply refused to even try. I didn't know if it was possible to stay alive as long as Candy had asked me to. I had no strength, no willpower left... my body was out of my control and my brain was stuck in a foggy, fiery hell.

He couldn't escape, he couldn't heal, he couldn't do anything. The blood that showers over me, the brain that gets caught under my nails as I crush his skull in my bare hands, it doesn't faze me. The final straw to my sanity snaps, and I scream in Kage's mutilated face as if he can hear me. I didn't let him go, I tore him apart right in front of Elder Luther, and Alpha Dom, and Lori, Beck and Zed. They saw it, they watched me shatter.