These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

Of course, anyone who dares to disagree with them is a heretic. They are mentally unbalanced, obsessive and irrationally paranoid characters. They will burn, drown or execute anyone regardless of age or sex without mercy. They are completely devoid of mercy, and most of them lack any kind of reasoning ability. They promote fanaticism and mortification of the flesh, hardly knowing its power. They generate discontent and spread paranoia in their wake.

As a matter of fact, I make perfect sense to myself so their opinions really don't matter. “What are you two doing here? Do you have any idea who owns the territory you are littering with your presence? Be quick with those answers, boys… My patience is running thin.” I grin and pull the spoon out of my pocket. “What do you want from us, weirdo?” The first one shouts at me. “To think you are supposed to be any different from animals… The lack of intelligence is brain damaging, guys.” I groan.

“Oh, don’t think I didn’t record the whole thing. Next time I’m in a bad mood I can just pull this out and watch it, over and over again. And, if you ever piss me off, I might just have to post it to your social media.” “Bitch,” Luther grumbled back and before I knew it, they were bickering like the best of siblings. I couldn’t help but laugh, thankful that they weren’t pushing me to get help. Luna Lannie was already out for my blood, the last thing I needed was for these two to make a scene. It also helped to see people you were terrifed of acting like everyone else. It proved that even monsters still had a human side. They still scared the daylighs out of me.

Half her pack members are already making her life a living hell and those idiots would even bark if I told them to these days. "D…did…did she just call us idiots?" I heard one of the people in the crowd asking. " When do we become dogs?" another one asked. "No!" I shouted, spinning back to face the crowd. "I swear this isn't real! Someone's trying to ruin me!" I turned to Jim, who was frantically pressing buttons on his laptop. "Shut it off! Right now!” "I... I can't, Supreme Luna," he stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "It's like the whole system got hacked. None of my controls are working!"

I pinched my brows together, “I understand them, but they have to exercise patience and caution, we're no longer what we used to be, I feel it in my bones, whatever that bastard and his witch did it was clearly meant to last for long” “They know, they're just angry, they need a way to let off steam. Fair is fair, he reduced us to this, I have my plans, trust me.” “I do. They do too, they're just anxious, and not to mention you need a Luna too. ” A particular face flashed through my mind at the mention of a Luna, “They need a hobby at this point, stop butting into my business.” “Tell them yourself.” She shrugged, unbothered.

“I don’t blame you for this, I blame the fanatical as.shole that wants your Luna… that wants ANY member of ANY pack!” We are both silent for a while, I don’t know how long but it feels like it is hours. I hate this part of our lives. While this is a bit of a different situation, not many prophecies have been made, or talked about at least, and, as far as I know, there haven’t been any psychopaths that have tried to make one come to fruition. I rub my hand down my face, and try to figure out what to do next. “What if we call the others?”

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”