Novel & Cerita A Perfect Chaos

Blood vessels spidered across the whites of her eyes, and she had that half-mad look in her hollow eyes that made people instinctively flinch away from her in fear. Most of her hair was gone, too. Only a few thin strands clung to her scalp, and they were trembling under the air-conditioning. Her arms were terrifyingly thin, looking like dried bark with skin stretched over them. The veins stood out like twisted cords, and every movement made her look like she might snap in half if she made one wrong move. Talia staggered toward Damian, her dress brushing the floor. His expression changed instantly. He jumped back, his face twisting in disgust. "What the hell happened to you?" he shouted. "Sta

"You feeling okay?" I didn't answer. I just pulled a stack of photos from my purse. Slap. I threw them on the table. Photos of Matteo injecting patients. Photos of them screaming in pain. Photos of the dead "volunteers." Matteo glanced at the pictures. His expression didn't change. "So?" He cut his steak, perfectly calm. "What's your point?" His casual cruelty sent a chill down my spine. "You're not denying it?" "Why would I?" Matteo looked up, his eyes burning with a crazy light. "Viviana, immortality... that's the realm of gods. And we're about to breach it."

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

Something that shouldn't exist. When the merge finishes, Trinity stands there. But they're not Trinity anymore. They're Chaos. Pure. Unfiltered. Unanchored. Mad. "I'm whole." They laugh. Insane. Beautiful. Terrifying. "I'm finally whole. And it's perfect. And it's horrible. And I hate you. And I love you. And I'm going to destroy everything you love. And save everything you fear. And I don't know which is which anymore because I'm chaos and chaos doesn't choose. Chaos just is."

“Yes, Chester?” “Well, consider this, a plan that is probably better than facing the enemy head-on. What if we set a trap? If we pull back all of the border guards and let the Paria-Drae soldiers advance and get most of them in the forest, then we can have some soldiers launch an attack with guns and get them to think that all the manpower we have and that our plan was to try an ambush. But then we can “retreat” and make it seem like we were overpowered but in actuality, we place some bombs all over the forest and when we’re clear, we take out a huge chunk of their soldiers one time. And then, we dispatch the rest of the soldiers and finish them off. Sure there will be a lot, but we got rid

A new symbol appeared beneath them. A closed circle. Aria stared. "What does it mean?" "Everything." The alternate Aria stepped forward. "I didn't choose control." She looked around. "I chose perfection." THE PERFECT WORLD The alternate Aria snapped her fingers. Everything changed. The broken buildings repaired themselves. The sky became blue. The dead planets became alive. Everyone appeared in perfect health. Aria's mother appeared. Her father. People they had lost. Everyone was smiling. Ava stared. "This is..."

Her tears, her helpless act, and her fear of being abandoned—there'd be no one to fall for any of it anymore. "I'm not lying," I said, looking at Nicole. "I applied to a college in Sorlington through waitlist admission. I'm majoring in law." Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled out of them nonstop. "How could you do this, Fi? How could you abandon me?" She cried so heartbreakingly that it drew looks from nearby guests. Preston's expression darkened more and more. Then, without a word, he crouched down and picked up the papers scattered across the floor, one by one. His movements were very slow, as if he were deliberately holding something back.

I look at Jared panicked. "Danika do something!" Jared almost shouts. "Chiara whistle." I turn to her flustered. Chiara being the queens she is stands on her chair, flips her hair back, places her perfectly manicured fingers in her mouth and whistles. The whole cafeteria turns to look at us including