Semua Bab CHAOS: Bab 1 - Bab 10

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!*Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix. Trix moaned, shuffling closer to Jordan. She stuffed her face in his neck and sighed. Jordan tensed as her warm breath touched his skin. "I don't wanna go home," Trix mumbled.  Jordan brought the slow killer to his lips, to calm his frazzled nerves. "Why," his deep voice came out in a way that made Trix hug his bicep tightly. His voice had always done that to her, it made her feel a warmth in the pit of

Previously....Trix gulped as she watched their carriage left. She closed her book and sighed. How was she going to fix the problem that she had created. Trix was deep in thought that she didn't even hear the yells coming from behind her. A body collided with hers and she fell to the ground. "Milady, are you alright," a deep voice said. Trix slowly opened her eyes and froze at the sapphire ones staring back at her. She opened her mouth and closed it like a fish. The man staring at her was drop dead gorgeous. The smiled at her and offered his hand and Trix nearly fainted. She clumsily grabbed his hands. In one swift motion, he pulled her to his warm hard body. Trix hurriedly detached herself from him. "Oh, don't mind me," on the ground still, her saviour gathered Trix's fallen book. "Oh my God, thank you," she said genuinely, rushing over to him. He forcefully gave shoved her book into her hand and t

Trix blinked dumbly at Ella. "What," she asked, eyes glued to Ella."I said I'm not going, Ginger," she repeated a little irritated."But why? I mean you said you would go when were talking before," she whined. Ella turned to look at her furrowed brow."With Tristan," she hurriedly added realizing her mistake."Yeah I did that for you," she said marching up the stairs. Trix followed closely. Poppy was in the know kitchen packing out the few vegetables that they had bought."What, how so?"Ella suddenly stopped in the middle of the staircase, causing Trix to almost bump into her."Ginger, I'm not blind. I see the way you guys were looking at each other," she stated smiling slightly.Trix stared at her dumbfoundedly. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it. She raised her brow pointedly then continued up the stair

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her.  "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors.  Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on. "We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door. "Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace. "Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her. "It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it. "Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from hi

Trix blinked dumbly at the person sitting on a gold throne with sapphires decorating its menacing figure. On the throne was a woman that Trix wished never existed in the real world or the one that she was in. The woman's slender figure was wrapped in a silk blue that made her look far more younger than she actually was. Her face was lightly powdered to give her a natural look. "Mrs. Weller," Trix said with venom on her tongue. In her mind she began to weave the reason why she was in her...lucid dream or wherever it was. She began to wonder if it was a coincidence that she was the one who suggested that she write this story. She even went a little further to think that Mrs. Weller was the one that sold Marcus the white powder. Suddenly a sharp pain went through Trix's thigh and she fell to one knee. "You will respect your Queen," a burly soldier growled, holding a spear. "Don't touch her," Tristan said coming to the rescue. He was hit in the back. He g