The Insanity Game Novels & Stories

"Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, " A heavy breath escaped from her slightly parted lips at the end of those words of Mirana and then, Inessa slowly nodded her head in approval. Because she had actually understood, now it was the time to let her insanity to take over her sanity and let herself to be an insane for him. But only if she knew what that insanity was actually going to cost her that night. "Everything is settled. She won't be able to survive this night. Don't worry

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

“That’s what makes it perfect. Everyone underestimates her, even me. Especially me. She got under my skin, softened me, made me reckless. And now? I’m the fool sitting in ruins while she smirks in the shadows.” “Do you even hear yourself? You’re accusing the woman you claim to love of orchestrating an empire-level takedown. Do you realize how insane that sounds?”Enzo’s brows furrowed. “I’m not insane,” Montez snapped, slamming his palm against the desk. The sharp crack echoed through the office. “I’m not insane—I’m betrayed. I can feel it, crawling under my skin like rot.” “Feelings don’t equal facts.” Enzo leaned forward, his tone calm but firm. “You’re letting paranoia eat at you. Don’t le

This was insane… “The hell is that I want to have you. So… Get the fuck over this bullshit game of yours already and let us move on. Can you do that?” Tristan looked really dangerous suddenly. “I’m not playing. I’m not playing any game with you. What on earth is wrong with you?”

Any thing is possible. "You would think that." Maria shot back before turning to the rest of us. "Alright, the first game is simple. Two truths and a lie." A chorus of groans followed. "Maria." Grace sighed. "Why do you always pick games that involve public humiliation?" "Because they’re fun." Maria said, unfazed. "Come on, humor me." Nathan’s voice cut in smoothly. "I’ll go first." The table fell silent almost instantly. I blinked. Betrayal.

I pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t Jonathan checking on me, because I couldn’t talk to him right now. It was a text from an unknown number. Enjoying your morning? This is just the beginning. …D My hands started shaking again. I threw the phone across the room, not caring where it landed. Then I curled up on my bed, still clutching the pillow, and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Because one thing was clear…Daniel was playing a game. And he was enjoying being a psychopath if bastard. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up hours later to my phone ringing.

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

Kiara said and I had to fight back every instinct which told me to get out of this room, find that woman, and shoot both her and the excuse she called a lover. “Kiara, the woman is insane, do you realize that you entering the games could kill you?” I asked my wife. I remembered Caruso, one of my men who had lost his life on MY hand because of the games, having lost his sense of self-control, the games, or should I say, the Bloodlust project, took a different path a few years after the games. They were kidnapping people, trained assassins or mafia men, and were ripping them off their humanity if triggered. Caruso unfortunately was one of them, having tried to keep him sane for four years. The

I had once stood in front of a travel program and quietly said that I wanted to see those places when I grew up. Several months later, Mother returned and contacted a child advocacy organization. Hundreds of thousands of people watched when the livestream began. Mother sat before the camera after her hair had gone mostly white. The empty wooden box rested on the table in front of her. For the first time, she told the world the truth about the black and gold stick game.

It felt as though I was being fried in a scorching pan of boiling oil. "You are sick in the head," I spat at her, finding no other explanation for Lily's actions. "But my madness stems from seeing you live so happily with everything that was meant to be mine. After you're sent to the afterlife tomorrow, I promise to take your spotlight and get hooked up to a rich and powerful alpha. I will be the perfect Luna this pack has ever desired." She paused and looked at me. "Oh yes, dear! I am sick in the head. In fact, I am crazy."