Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

The glowing chemical stimulant aggressively forced his entirely hyper-lucid mind to stay entirely, horrifyingly awake, brutally trapping his shattered soul in an endless, explicitly waking nightmare of pure, unrelenting agony. A sickening, catastrophic pop violently ruptured the heavily soundproofed silence of the sterile interrogation suite. Rohan’s immense, brute strength aggressively pushed the severely swollen middle finger entirely past its absolute biological breaking point. The heavy, thick knuckle violently inverted. A jagged, completely blood-soaked shard of the completely shattered proximal phalanx aggressively tore straight through the fragile, actively bleeding skin. The raw, whi

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

He caressed her cheek before pecking her lips. "I love you my sanity. My life. My everything." He mumbled making her smile. " I love you too my kid, psycho and normal Lucifer." He chuckled before picking her up and making his way towards the bed. Life was hard on him. His past left a huge dent in his sanity but the future gifted him with a beautiful hand of care and comfort. And she becomes his love, his life. His Sanity. -THE END. _____________________________________ So here is the end of His Sanity. Hopefully, you guys liked this story.

“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.”

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

His mind reeled, his thoughts splintering, his sanity teetering on the edge of a precipice. In that moment, he fell. He fell into darkness and despair, into chaos and madness. His body trembled, his limbs weak and unsteady, his vision blurring as the world around him spun out of focus. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one a tortured sound that spoke of a pain that went beyond the physical. His heart pounded, a wild, erratic rhythm that echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of the horror of what he'd found. His mouth was dry, his throat tight, his words a strangled cry that was lost in the wind. He clung to reality by a thread, the fabric of his being unraveling, the edges fraying as h

The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake. Rara found herself grappling with the cruel betrayals and inexplicable horrors that had plagued her life. Each passing moment seemed to erode the resilience she had so desperately clung to, leaving her teetering on the precipice of a breaking point. Uncertainty and despair loomed large, threatening to consume her unstable mind.

Mint… and alcohol. That’s when the mental flood hit: my job, the fake marriage, his family, my family, Ibantos, the news, the blood, the dinner, the— “Charlotte, I love you so much.” And just like that, the moment shattered. If my situation wasn't a wake-up call, then his words absolutely did the job.

Darlyn's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief tearing through her fragile psyche. She pounded her fists against the floor, a primal scream escaping her lips, as if she could somehow expel the overwhelming truth that threatened to consume her. The weight of her shattered reality bore down on her, the realization like a dagger plunged into her heart. The room echoed with her maniacal laughter, a chilling sound that rang with a mix of desperation and derangement. Darlyn had descended into the depths of her own madness, consumed by the enormity of the revelation and the unsettling questions it raised.