A Touch Of Chaos Audiobook Novels & Stories

Why does she always look so at peace around sad stories? “Oh—right,” I stammered when I realized she was waiting for an answer. “It’s, uh, The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you want us to find it first?” I shook my head. “Why?” she pressed, but I only shrugged. Rolling her eyes, she placed another hardcover on my growing pile. “Let’s go check if they have a cart.” My eyes widened. “How many are you planning to buy?”

LUCA I was already awake and eating when Chief Steward Maren came to see me the next morning. "I heard you fainted last night," he started. "The medicine made me feel woozy, master." He nodded once. "My wife could not wait. Now she can't stop talking about you." I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Now, you are going to put her out of your mind. We go to see Lord Kael." When I heard those words, I could feel the whole world come crashing down on me like rain. But this was much more than rain. It was one hell of a flood. And it felt some someone had opened the gates of heaven just for that purpose.

“You needed chaos. I gave you chaos. I was the distraction. I failed, yeah—but I’m not your little puppet. If you want help, I come as an equal.” He stops. Tilts his head. Smiles wider. “No,” he whispers. “You come as raw material.” His arms rise, fingers contorting into an unnatural shape. He begins chanting—low, guttural, and in a language I don’t understand. But I don’t need to understand it. Every syllable crawls over my skin like worms. The air grows heavy with rot and ash. The ground pulses beneath me, and I swear I feel the walls start to breathe.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed.

Fritz added. Chaos and River can feel the dizziness and pain, numbness all over their body and feel so drained, they both tried to keep on fighting the sleepiness and pain they’re in. Chaos felt like his world was spinning and he felt so much chaos around him, the voice of his friends in his ears. Peace Ellis-Spencer POV

But also her overwhelming love when she first held me. I showed them everything. The messy, chaotic, beautiful history of existence choosing itself over and over. The Unmakers processed in silence. Then one spoke. "This chaos. It hurts. Watching these memories causes distress. Why choose pain?" Unity stirred in Thea's arms. And spoke. Not baby sounds. Cosmic words. The voice of something that understood both Order and Chaos perfectly.

Chaos hissed in my ear. I’m not sure what’s happening to my life, but I like it. I should be running. Screaming that someone is being tortured here, but my I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t peel my eyes away. A pleasurable shiver snaked down my spine and heat pooled in my lower stomach. “Do you want to watch or play?” Chaos’ voice was hot and heavy. Biting my bottom lip, I fumbled around words, lost in the way my body reacted to everything around me, “W....Watch.”

I don’t Because if I hesitate now We lose the only chance we have The Contact It happens Not like touch Not like connection Like overlap Something foreign sliding into something structured Something undefined meeting something precise And for one second Everything goes silent Completely Then Everything floods in Not thoughts Not emotions Not logic Something else Something that doesn’t fit anything I gasp My knees hit the ground Theodore is there instantly “Kiara!” But I can’t hear him properly Because I’m not fully here anymore I’m there Inside it And it’s inside me The Impossible Perspective There’s no structure No system No rules But also No chaos Because chaos still has definition

Like he belonged to me. The Moon speaks again, softer. Faith was never meant to be gentle. It exists to prevent chaos. And you… You are chaos waiting to happen. Something inside me steadies. “You don’t fear chaos,” I whisper. “You fear freedom.” The chains constrict sharply. The floor vibrates. Moonlight fractures across the stone. For the first time... The presence falters. A ripple of attention moves through the chamber. You misunderstand. “No,” I say, opening my eyes.

When I tried to get up, the earth had turned into a kind of quicksand, and that made me furious. “This shit isn't training; it's torture!” I yelled in annoyance and heard laughter in the background. I thought about how to get out of the situation, but I realized that I was sinking deeper and deeper. That's why I kept my composure. You're a chaos manipulator, said my wolf, Becca. What good does that do me at this point? Chaos is the beginning and the end, everything that means you can manipulate it, my she-wolf Becca said slyly.