A Touch Of Chaos Audiobook Novels & Stories

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

“Finally.” Her name sounded dangerous in his mouth. Up close, he smelled like cedar and smoke, something darker underneath. His gaze held hers without apology. Serena chattered around them, but Elara barely heard it. The orchestra began a waltz. Cassian tilted his head, offering his hand. She hesitated for a heartbeat she pretended was a decision. Then she stepped into him. His hand settled at her back, firm and certain, guiding her into the rhythm. She followed without thinking, the silk of her dress brushing his legs as they moved. His touch was controlled, practiced, but not distant. Heat radiated through the fabric.

It was pitch black outside, the street lights were blurred because of the drizzling rain, an empty street corner with no people, no cars passing, was quieter and quieter. Lang Tinh just opened his eyes, his head was a little dizzy, everywhere he looked, the world was reversed, and his body was a little cold. A familiar voice rang in her ear. - Hey, are you awake yet? Not planning to lie here forever! She was weak, her mouth was dry and cracked, her throat was choked, and it was difficult to utter a few weak words.

Everything around her spun violently before her knees gave way, sending her crashing onto the floor. The café erupted into chaos. Evelina could hear voices shouting her name and others desperately telling her to wake up; the sounds slowly faded into the distance, her vision blurred… Then everything went dark.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

She opened her eyes and searched for something in the basement. Her eyes settled on the bookshelf. She took a book from the table and whispered spells to place the ring inside the book. She ran towards the shelf and placed the book in the bookshelf with all other books. She stood away from the wall, waiting for someone or something to happen. "I have a feeling that something really bad is going to happen." Adi said. Anxiety built in her. "Where is Levi?" Vivi questioned. "Whose blood is soaked in her dress?" Alex asked.

Messy, chaotic, imperfect — but ours. END OF CHAPTER 67

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

I muttered under my breath and started to walked away from him but he pulled me flush against his chest. "What was that?" he demanded in a deep voice and I was a goner already. What was with men and their deep voice? "I said jerk," I repeated myself and smirked, folding my arms in front of my chest and his gaze fell to my breasts. He pushed me against the kitchen counter, taking me by surprise, and trailed his fingers down my neck so slowly that I started to breathe hard in anticipation and my body was already tingling with excitement. Would I ever get tired of his touch?