Novel & Cerita A Perfect Chaos

Is Tukijo going to give them a cheat sheet? __________ 1. Santet is a person's attempt to harm another person remotely by using black magic.

Levi chips in for me. “Fine, it is on the first floor. By the way you shouldn't hide your pretty face”. Micah says smiling and that is when I look up to study his features. He is a pretty boy with a tanned skin and fading acne scars on his face. His black hair has red streaks, whoever his hairstylist is definitely knows how to do his job. “Take a picture, it lasts longer”. One of the boys snicker. Slightly irritated with that particular line I turn to him rolling my eyes.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

I just really want a justice. I want to kill first the guy with the purple eye. With my great combat skills, I'm sure that I can definitely kill him. And with that word, I run towards him and was able to target him once again but, I was shocked when I saw he stood up and faced me. No way! That's impossible! He should be dead right now! The poison has nothing to do with him too... "Well, sorry for you, Agent 44. But my wife's good at making some poisons and as well as the cure of it. "

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

I stare into the system Watching the shift happen in real time “…It’s not trying to fix the flaws…” A pause My voice drops “…it’s learning how to use them.” And that means We just gave it something even more dangerous Not perfection But controlled chaos

“You have not achieved Balance. You have achieved paralysis. Balance is a dynamic state. A dance. What you have here is… a held breath.” Lyra smiled, a small, bloodless curve of her lips. “A breath held in perfect peace. Is that not preferable to the gasping, struggling breath of a chaotic existence? Come. Let me show you.” She led them through the silent city. The people they passed did not look at them. Their eyes were unfocused, their minds seemingly turned inward, basking in the constant, perfect note. They entered a vast, circular building—the Conservatory. In the center, on a pedestal of clear crystal, hovered the source of the Perfect Note. It was a large, flawless diamond, and from i

“You wish to use the Chaos here to grow” “You wish to consume Chaos to reach heights you cannot normally reach in the realm outside” “Smart boy” “Greedy boy” “Seeker of perfection” “You want to be the epitome of perfection” “To gain a perfect foundation” “To make no mistakes” “What a keen mind” “Yet a foolish thought”

For like her what they want, thirst, and sin for, is everything that the word chaos can define and bring them, as her innocence, pretty face, and entire being is a fictional character that everyone should be envious of and warry off with the perfection only HE can tell. “The perfect one.” Born under the star of the serpent with skin as white as snow, eyes as red as blood, and hair as black as the darkness of the night is a mere shallow thing of who she is. From the truth of her entire being and personality where her innocent does not count, for she is far from being an innocent one. As she sought after is to imbibe a maritime of blood, to see a tarn of death, to hear a cry of pain and reek o

And Chaos screamed. Immortal power equaled immortal pain and immortal fear. Chaos knew that it was returning to its prison . . . to wait another eternity. Its finger into the new world was being forced to withdraw. The last bid of Chaos to make a great and terrible war had been foiled . . . all thanks to the meddling of an insecure wizard, a neurotic young woman and a red-haired warrior's defiance.