A Perfect Chaos Novels & Stories

He paused before continuing, “It is called the Chaos Divine Spirit Root.” “The catch is in the name, isn’t it?” Emile puckered her lips as she muttered, “Chaos…” “My wife is so smart.” Chris chuckled as he tapped her nose dotingly before continuing, “Chaos is the catch... but not in the literal sense. It’s more conceptual than that.”

“Flaw or not, this sounds like a death sentence.” Seraphine gripped the blade tighter, determination setting in. “If they are perfection, then we are chaos,” she said softly. “And chaos cannot be controlled.” The immortal placed a hand gently over hers. “And chaos can also protect what is precious.” The First Immortal stepped forward, his voice low but carrying the weight of the universe. “Remember this: you will face what no being has faced before. The strongest of the Void, the architects of reality itself. They will test every limit of your mind, your body… and your bond.”

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

All creating beautiful chaos together. Finally. Completely. Perfectly. Forever. The Vaughn family is complete. Six people. Bound by love. Thriving in chaos. Living fully. This is what Rachel died for. This is what Elara fought for. This abundance. This chaos. This perfect, imperfect, beautiful life. And it's everything. Absolutely everything.

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

Forty-Two Chaos’ eyes held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. He was drawn to Florence, captivated by her intelligence, her spirit, and her unwavering resolve. Florence was torn. Completely and absurdly for the first time in his life. Despite her reservations, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Chaos. His charisma, his intelligence, and his intensity were intoxicating. Yet, she knew that he was a man of many conquests, a player who thrived on the thrill of the chase. She feared that she was merely another conquest of his, a fleeting infatuation to be discarded when his interest waned.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

"Indeed, I'm going to ascend, going to enter a higher world, far away from these pitiful creatures. I will be pursuing higher ideals." "To think you need external help to ascend. Either you're too weak, or the world you want to ascend to isn't as great as you believe," Wilbur coldly remarked. Loja shouted out, "You know nothing. Just because you're at the Emperor level doesn't mean you can say anything you want to. Let me tell you, our world is just a cage. The truly perfect world is in chaos." "Chaos!" Wilbur narrowed his eyes. He had heard of chaos more than once, but he still had no understanding of what chaos truly was.